Hailey stood next to the stove with the radio playing some old Rock 'n Roll and humming softly to it. When the, repaired, clock struck six she didn't blink—having long since gotten used to its loud chimes—just glanced through the glass at the setting sun, counting the rays as the disappeared. Just before the last few fell behind the city's towers six distinct roars and crumbling of stone echoed through the city.

She smiled to herself as she grabbed the bowls from a makeshift cupboard. She ladder to the station creaked and Hailey called over, "Hey Elisa, you want ay dinner?"

"Not now Hailey. I need to speak to Goliath." She answered quickly.

Hailey frowned at her tone, "Is it Xanatos?"

She shook her head as Goliath walked down the steps, "What is it Elisa?"

"Bad news I'm afraid." She sighed with a hard glare, "The Pack escaped from Rykers Island."

Hailey's breath stuck while Lexington yelled "What!?" in fury.

Brooklyn frown and held the ear that Lexington just yelled into, "Nice wake up call."

"We've got to track them down now before the trail gets cold!" Lex seethed.

Goliath glanced at Hailey, who was standing under Brooklyn's protective wing. "How did it happen?"

"Dingo and somebody dressed in black took 'em out, quick and clean."

Lex bounced from clawed foot to clawed foot as he said hurriedly, "What are we waiting for? Let's get moving!"

"Where do we start?" Broadway asked calmly, far more calmly that Lexington would've liked as his eye twitched. "Manhattan is a lot bigger castle than the one we used to protect."

"The Pack Media Studios. They'll go back to it like a snake to a nest. And I'll be waiting for them." With that he ran out.

Goliath ran to catch up to him, calling out, "Lexington, wait!"

Elisa followed him, "The studios' the first place we're checking."

Brooklyn glanced at Hailey, torn between following Lex and making sure he didn't do anything life-threatening stupid and protecting Hailey.

She noticed his look, "I'll be alright here, make sure Olive doesn't do anything rash."

Brooklyn grinned and kissed her on the forehead, "Thanks." He landed on the railing outside, "Alright, you and me. We'll check it out."

Bronx growled and barked below them.

Brooklyn half smiled and half looked worried, "You wanna come too Bronx?"

Said Gargoyle dog bounced his front paws in affirmation.

The two grabbed an arm on each side and flew off.

"The Pack won't be foolish enough to return to the studio." Goliath said after the pair had left.

Hudson nodded, "Aye, I think we have to trace this problem back to its source."

"To the man who created the Pack." Elisa frowned.

"Xanatos." Both Hailey and Goliath hissed.

Elisa turned, "I'm going to see if I can get anything else out of the prison guards."

Goliath nodded, "We'll visit Xanatos and see what he had to say."

Hailey zipped up her coat and followed them outside, "I'm coming too."

Goliath shook his head, "No, I don't want you anywhere near him. Remain here."

Hailey frowned, "What am I supposed to do? Just sit around until you guys come back!?"

"Yes."

Hailey glared, "This is my Clan too! Something that's a danger to you is a danger to me."

Goliath fought with the emotions rising inside of him, "Yes, but you are not a Gargoyle, you're a human. You must remain here, I cannot lose you to the likes of them."

Hailey sighed and hugged him, "Please be safe."

The rest of the Gargoyles left and Hailey went back inside, flopping down onto the couch with a heavy sigh. She loathed feeling helpless and not allowed to fight or help, she thought that had changed, apparently not. She knew that they did it to protect her but it still made her angry. Thumbing the pendent Brooklyn gave her she remembered the first time she felt that way.

"Getthose axes and cut these blasted ropes!"

"Rocks!"

Hailey covered her head as she hugged closer to the wall of her room. She had only just arrived at Wyvern three months ago and had never experienced a raid or anythin of the like. She swore she felt the tower shake as something hit it.

A soldier from Malcom's army ran into her room, "Come, this place is not secure."

She followed him out and ran as they crossed the terrace, however, were brought to an abrupt halt as an invader managed to scale over the wall. The soldier moved to engage the man as Hailey stayed out of the way. Two more men scaled up the same rope and ran to Hailey.

Before she could run a roar rang through the darkening sky and a dark red form dropped down on one of the attacking men. His eyes glowed white as he attacked. A 'twang' was echoed from behind her and the red Gargoyle hit her hard before he grunted in pain. He struck down the attacker not a second later.

Hailey ran over to him, "Are you ok?!"

He grunted as he held the wound just below the shoulder and yanked out the arrow, hissing—bearing on a roar—as he did so. "I'll be alright. Get out of here."

She ran over to the soldier, who was limping badly with a copious amount free flowing blood running down his leg. "Let me wrap that up-"

"No." He said sternly, "We must get to safety."

Several minutes later they finally made it to the cellar where the people went during an attack. Hailey sat in a corner playing with her thumbs as the battle above continued, though the sounds started dwindling down—alerting to the fight's near end.

She felt so useless. She wasn't able to help the soldier with either his wound or the battle, nor was she able to help the red Gargoyle that saved her. She just sat there helpless and useless until the battle was over. If I could just fight this wouldn't have happened!

It was then that she vowed to learn, to fight, to heal, to not be helpless or useless. Guess I failed there.

Hailey sat next to the two way radio and listened to Elisa. "They said pretty much the same thing. The man in black broke Dingo out first and then freed the others while Fox stayed behind."

She sighed, "That's all? Did they give any better description of what the jail-breaker-outer looked like?"

"There was one guard. He was unconscious when the squad arrived, but he said that it was a gold and black figure with a dog head. He had something in his arm that emitted some weird noise to knock him out."

"So the close where like an armor?"

"Indeed."

She jumped when Goliath answered. "You guys are ok!"

Brooklyn smiled sheepishly, "A little banged up but alive."

She hugged him lightly, not wanting to aggravate any injuries.

Goliath looked at the radio which was still connected to Elisa, "Xanatos had a robot double of him within that armor."

Elisa audibly gasped while Hailey just glared, it figured.

Lexington added, though without much of the anger that was in his voice prior, "And the Pack got away."

Hailey frowned, something just wasn't right. The Pack getting away wasn't it, anyone could be slippier than a snake when it came to survival. No, it was David's intentions. In her preference, his fake, metal, Goliath Gargoyles where more deadly to the Gargoyles than the Pack. Not to mention all the others out there who were just better than them. So what was he playing at?

David sat in his car waiting for his guest. She should be finishing up soon. He briefly glanced over a few printouts of the life-like robot and its performances as he waited. He couldn't help but be grateful to the Gargoyles, for once, as Hailey wasn't at any of the scenes—she always did complicate things. Which meant that they had managed to make her stay back, wherever they were staying—he was still working on that one. He'd have to commemorate Goliath for that, and learn how he does it as her stubborn streak ran as long as her confidence in the Gargoyles.

He was always worrying about her though, she always ran in with the Gargoyles. He had no doubt that back in the day was just as terrifying as they were, but times had changed, as had the weaponry. When swords and bows were the weapons of choice, she stood on equal ground, but when guns were traded for bows and any number of other devises for swords, she fell far behind. It was getting to the point where he was starting to think about making Hailey her own armor—even though it could potentially put him at a disadvantage—but she will not stay out of trouble!

He sighed just before the door opened and Fox slid in and took her hair out of the ponytail, shaking it to let the kinks out. He quickly grabbed her and shared a kiss. "I've missed you."

She grinned, "Not as much as I've missed you. So, who won?"

"It never mattered, it was merely the icing. You're the cake." They shared another kiss. "The whole thing was staged as a shot at giving you an early parole." He ripped the paper off, what was left, of the robot head. "Plus I got to try out this new humanoid robot."

Fox frowned, "But they destroyed it." She said, like it was some great loss. "What about your revenge."

He grinned, "Revenge, as they say, is a sucker's game. Robots are nothing, Fox, my dear. I could build a dozen more like this one. True love, is so much harder to come by." Fox grinned, "Not to mention I'd have one, very angry, Hailey Winters after my blood…knowing her she'd even be able to recruit Demona into it."

Fox laughed quietly at that, "I don't know about that. you gave me the vibe that she hated everyone."

David chuckled, "Everyone, it seems, but Hailey. I believe she might move the world for that girl."

"Like you would?"

"Did you get the picture I sent you?" He asked suddenly.

Her smile dropped into a blank stare out the window, "I did. I-I still don't know what to, to think."

He grinned again, "We'll think about that at a slightly later time."