*TC will have no problem finding his way out. The house is a decent sized house, not huge, not small, decorated in a nice way, nothing fancy. The yard has a small crystal garden and a low fence for a bit of privacy from any passersby, but they're not really close to any other buildings. There is yet another small Seeker, another femme, this time a light blue, tending to the garden. She looks up and gives him a smile, nod, and soft "hello" of greeting then bends back to her work. TC can take off easily to go find his wingmates.*

TC: [the first little Seeker femme was right, he needs fuel . . . if he /knows/ he can get it here, he'd be stupid to leave, but he also doesn't trust it not to be spiked with something, these people have /got/ to have some kind of agenda they're hiding . . . he'll find a hiding spot on or just outside of the property and tuck himself away to start pinging his wingmates]

Stars: //Where have you been?!// *angry with worry* //I've been trying to reach you all night!// *agitated and worried....TC will pick up that Warp was shot, he's not in good shape...*

TC: //Just regained consciousness about a breem ago.  Where are you?  ...how's Warp?//

Stars: //..........he’s dying.// *over the bond TC can feel his fierce determination that Warp will /not/ die!  He’s going to be /fine/, fraggit! ...But he’s not stupid, he knows Warp needs help if he’s going to be okay...* //We're in an alley in the middle of the city somewhere.  Where are you?// *just outside of a house outside of town...*

TC: *low curse, hesitates*  //Can he be moved?//