06-20-2014, 07:04 PM
To his credit, Trano stayed awake. No thanks to Reed's continuous poking and proding. She made sure they were on the fastest jet out of there. As help led her and Trano toward the VTOL's, Reed snapped her fingers and ordered they be taken elsewhere.
"That's Monsieur Danjou's personal jet?"
Some young Legionnaire thought he had the balls to tell her no?
"And I am Monsieur Danjou's personal friend."
She held every ounce of stature up to him.
She gestured at the wounded man that'd saved everyone's ass tonight, including this young kid's. "And that is Monsieur Danjou's personal wizard,"
right then would have been a good time for him to groan. So she poked him in the kneecap with the barrel of her pistol. He winced. Good.
Downfield, explosions rocked the night so hard that pebbles vibrated on the tarmac underfoot. She threw herself in front of Trano and set her sights down range. Fires turned the sky to day. She, the Legionnaires, and everyone else around them were fixed on the inexplicable. Until Trano grabbed her sleeve. He murmured something about menace that Reed didn't understand. Finally, the words matched the width of his eyes, and she understood. "Another wizard,"
she whispered and watched in awe. Whoever it was, she'd be finding out soon enough.
But only for a second. She rounded on the legionnaire.
"I'm taking him on that jet. And if Monsieur Danjou has issue with it, he can kick us off."
She shouldered past the kid. They didn't stop her.
Minutes later she was settling Trano onto a row of seats where he could stretch out. She'd heard word of a doctor floating around on the tarmac, but she'd not seen one if so. One would have been handy about then. She leaned over Trano and brushed his forehead with a wet cloth taken from the bathroom. "We're getting out of here, and I'll make sure you get help."
Soon the engines were started. Reed was watching the exterior through a window, but made sure she had a perfect line of sight for the jet hatch door.
Her gaze narrowed considerably when she finally saw Jacques himself climb aboard. She made no move as he approached, but to watch keen as a hawk as he washed his hand and throat with scotch. At least now she knew where he kept the scotch.
While he pounded on the door to the cockpit, Reed slipped out of her seat to steal the rest of the scotch. For herself, of course. She leaned close to Trano. "Looks like we're going to Africa."
"That's Monsieur Danjou's personal jet?"
Some young Legionnaire thought he had the balls to tell her no?
"And I am Monsieur Danjou's personal friend."
She held every ounce of stature up to him.
She gestured at the wounded man that'd saved everyone's ass tonight, including this young kid's. "And that is Monsieur Danjou's personal wizard,"
right then would have been a good time for him to groan. So she poked him in the kneecap with the barrel of her pistol. He winced. Good.
Downfield, explosions rocked the night so hard that pebbles vibrated on the tarmac underfoot. She threw herself in front of Trano and set her sights down range. Fires turned the sky to day. She, the Legionnaires, and everyone else around them were fixed on the inexplicable. Until Trano grabbed her sleeve. He murmured something about menace that Reed didn't understand. Finally, the words matched the width of his eyes, and she understood. "Another wizard,"
she whispered and watched in awe. Whoever it was, she'd be finding out soon enough.
But only for a second. She rounded on the legionnaire.
"I'm taking him on that jet. And if Monsieur Danjou has issue with it, he can kick us off."
She shouldered past the kid. They didn't stop her.
Minutes later she was settling Trano onto a row of seats where he could stretch out. She'd heard word of a doctor floating around on the tarmac, but she'd not seen one if so. One would have been handy about then. She leaned over Trano and brushed his forehead with a wet cloth taken from the bathroom. "We're getting out of here, and I'll make sure you get help."
Soon the engines were started. Reed was watching the exterior through a window, but made sure she had a perfect line of sight for the jet hatch door.
Her gaze narrowed considerably when she finally saw Jacques himself climb aboard. She made no move as he approached, but to watch keen as a hawk as he washed his hand and throat with scotch. At least now she knew where he kept the scotch.
While he pounded on the door to the cockpit, Reed slipped out of her seat to steal the rest of the scotch. For herself, of course. She leaned close to Trano. "Looks like we're going to Africa."