Later that night, the cult members slipped out of the REX back door carrying an array of luggage, including a spear-like staff from which their standard hung limp – the all-seeing eye leering out of its crimson cloud. They huddled together in the alley, shivering in the cold drizzle.
Then their messiah emerged from the REX, wearing his ceremonial robe over his warm clothes. He walked purposefully down the alley, looking neither right nor left. The others fell in behind him. They continued on for parts unknown.