As much as a part of North did actually appreciate the opposing views of her fellow Jericho leadership, there was a time and place for debate. This was not one of them, and she is grateful it is just Markus with her. He knew where her strengths laid, that to get certain results certain risks needed to be taken, and that North was capable of holding back her bloodlust. Cutting it close was what needed to happen to buy the right amount of time for their fellow androids.

North took the lead the moment Markus indicated her plan was acceptable. Squeezing out of their little pocket of shelter, she took him through piles of rusted metal, weaving them quickly through more open areas that lead into the maze of scrap piles. She didn't keep to the paths built into the yard accessible by the machinery used to move the discarded metal and vehicles about. That would be too much danger, especially with the drone flying overhead and the shutting of car doors indicating the humans had joined them in among the junk.

She took them into the less organized areas, climbing carefully over scrap and sliding down underneath fallen towers that came to be braced against others. Coves within the scrap piles indicated that they weren't the first to use this place to pass unseen or take refuge. As officers drew closer to their position, they would take shelter in the coves - sometimes by her shoving Markus back into one or him pulling her to him to keep her from being seen - until the way was clear.

Or until an officer caught their movement as North was focused on the drone's position overhead as they traveled from one pile to another, heading deeper into the yard where the unstable stacks of junked vehicles swayed in the wind were the marker that they were almost the to sinkhole. A bullet that ricocheted off the metal by her head and clipped her shoulder was followed by a shout from the officer. North swore and darted across to take cover in the stacks.

There was another cove just up ahead.