(7/10) Shadow peers around the nearest ship with caution, watching the guards on their shift in the tower hangar.      "Shadow. Please don't do this again... you know the Reef is closed off to us right now—"      "I don't care," she answers quietly but sharply. Her eyes burn with determination and anger. She had been denied access to the reef three times now since the Red War had ended. Even her own ship was monitored, even more closely now that the Vanguard knew she had tried to disobey their orders. In her mind, there was no reason the reef should still be closed to her.      Unless something was going on. She had been unable to contact Variks; even communication with reef go-ers was limited, and so was information. Any idea the hunter came up with was quickly squashed down- either by guards, monitors, or even her own ghost. Weeks had gone by, and Shadow was no closer to speaking to Variks. Or even knowing if he was alive. The thought cuts deep.      She dives between a few startled workers, aiming for the nearest running ship.      "Hey!"      "Get back here!"      "Stop her!"      She lets out a snarl as her arm is caught roughly.      "You again!" Exasperated, the man who'd stopped her shakes his head.      "Yes, me again!" Frustrated, Shadow rips herself out of his grip and makes another attempt for the ship.      It's no use— three more guards are ready to stop her. Desperation surges through the hunter's chest. "Please, let me out! I have to go to the reef!"      Her pleas fall on deaf ears. She sends a glare at her ghost, hovering nearby with a guilty tilt to his shell.      The guard she had formerly escaped from marches up to her self importantly, gun in hands. His scowl tells her everything. "I warned you not to do this again, hunter."      Her desperation quickly evaporates into anger. "You don't understand!" she spits.      "I understand you're disobeying direct orders! You are not allowed access to the reef!"      "Why?! No one will even tell me why!"      From the corner of one eye, Shadow can see a small group of curious guardians forming. As usual.      "Not her again!" "I hoped she'd given up." "Damn, she's crazy." Their whispers send hot tears of anger swelling behind flame-colored eyes.      Even as she's dragged away, Shadow continues her thrashing and insult-spewing despite knowing it's no use. She couldn't just pop a Golden gun on her own people.      She feels a sensation like tearing in her chest. The ship grows more and more distant from her, furthering the ever expanding rift between the hunter and the reef.