[In Nomine] The City of Pentagram IC

[DoctorFaust]

Inian nods and leaves through the window, pausing for a second on the sill to says, "Ramiel, I...I am sorry about how this turned out. Good luck."

He lands with a thump and takes off running away from the school. While in motion, he shucks off his shirt and the balaclava and wraps the two together into a bundle. Inian starts off taking random turns as quickly as he can, but after the second or third he's slowed down to the most casual jog he can manage. He keeps that pace for the next several minutes before slowing to a stop once he feels he's put enough distance between himself and the school.

As he comes to a halt, Inian pulls out his cellphone and starts sending messages to the other Angels.

<Astarieth, Ramiel might need a lawyer. Got any contacts in the area?>

<Jerechiel, I left the school. At the corner of 12th and Carman Crest with no wheels. Can I get a pickup?>