Izzie just stared at it, her thumbs running across the embroidery of the crest in astonishment.Francis had handed her an Elite issue hoodie. Did that mean she was now....?Opening it up a little further she saw it. Long, shiny and devilishly sharp. The Elite blade. The dagger she had dreams about for all these years. She picked it up with shaking hands it felt heavy and deadly in her hands. The handle was engraved with the Guild Elite Crest and the blade adorned with protection runes. "I thought I would personally hand you your new uniform," he smiled, seeing her reaction. "You mean I'm - " she couldn't even finish the sentence. She didn't dare say the word in case it was just some horrible prank. "An Elite," he finished for her with a nod, "A small show for the service you've provided for the guild.""Se-service?" she stuttered, still mesmerized by the

 It felt like forever before the doctor finally made his way round to her. He checked her notes, shone a light in her eyes and asked her a few questions about how she'd been feeling since she woke up. After ticking the right boxes she was discharged with the instruction to rest for the next forty-eight hours at least and some other mumbo-jumbo that she'd stopped listening to about halfway through. The nurse returned her clothes and belongings that had been brought in with her. The white gown was well and truly ruined, with large dry bloodstains splattered across it and a large tear down the side of it. Her matching white heels were also a lost cause. There wasn't much chance of them being returned now. The clutch bag was somehow intact and mostly clean, though her phone had a rather large crack down the screen but was still usable. There wasn't any option of wearing the ruined

Izzie ground to a halt as she turned the final corner, finally facing the heavy steel doors that lead to the underground cells. She cursed internally as she spotted two heavily armed guards at either side of the door.The door was located at the bottom of a dead-end hallway so once she started moving toward them there was no turning back. She had no other excuse for going down there so she'd have to make it count, but what could she say?Whatever it was going to be she was going to have to think of it soon as standing at the end of the corridor was starting to look equally as conspicuous as walking towards them.

 Izzie dropped her head down a little more and picked up the pace, noticing Cassius doing the same in front of her. She pretended not to hear them, but then came the unmistakable sound of boots pounding against the tile floor as one of the guards came after them. "Just keep moving, Cas," Izzie instructed in a whisper, knowing that no one but Cassius would be able to hear her, "Turn left at the end of the hall and keep walking until you reach a grey door on your left. It's a storage room, wait for me in there."He didn’t turn to her or even nod his head he just kept walking so she had to trust that he had heard and understood what she wanted him to do. "Stop!" the guard bellowed behind her. She took a breath before turning to face him, surprised by how close he wa

 The end was in sight. Never in her life had she been so excited to see that green 'fire exit' sign.  Cassius was still in step behind her and they had picked up the pace considerably without breaking into an all out run. There was still a chance that they could be spotted by people coming out of the offices.She half expected something to go horribly wrong, like having someone grab them at the last moment, or to find that the door was chained shut or wouldn't open for whatever reason. In reality, nothing happened. Izzie reached the door and pushed on the handle and it sprung open. It wasn't even alarmed like some of the other fire doors in the building. It couldn't have gone better and Izzie found