GODSENT | reyge

1-2; if it's to be forever

The airship is spacious enough, but Reyna almost feels suffocated with the way the other agents onboard are staring at her. They aren't even being discreet about it; she can feel Sova staring deep into her soul with both eerily blue eyes, and though Omen didn't have any noticeable facial features behind that slitted mask, he'd probably be frowning quite disapprovingly at Reyna's proximity to Sage.

Sage herself isn't looking at Reyna, but her finger hasn't left the trigger of her gun ever since they had boarded.

"We are approaching San Marco," Brimstone announces from the cockpit. "Get ready."

Sage brushes her long hair back in a fleetingly attractive way, then takes a deep breath. "Okay, team, here's the rundown: we are preventing an intel recon. Kingdom Industries is sending their own military experts to get a proper look at what transpired here, and we are to prevent that from happening. We cannot let them know about the alternate Omega Earth."

Reyna straightens. "Another universe?"

Not that it really mattered to her — she was in this for Lucia, and any obstacle, no matter how ridiculous, was just to be cleared.

Sage nods, unfazed. "Another reality. A world exactly like ours, and with a similar organisation. The problem is, we do not know what their objective is yet. We can be sure, however, that they are not friendly."

Sova folds his arms across his chest, a grim look on his face.

"We are expecting hostiles," Sage continues, running a systematic check on her weapon. "I know that you might be confused, but I will be happy to answer any question you might have after this mission."

"Understood." Omen's voice is scratchy, discombobulated, and he reaches for his own arsenal.

They land a while later on a stretch of red cobblestone, and Reyna looks around, eyes wide. This...this city, or whatever was left of it, floats high above the crumbled buildings below — the same rifts that had been in the shooting range tear through the sky above, and parts of the brick architecture hang in the clouds, trapped there, unmoving.

It's a chilling sight.

"Reyna."

She turns at Sage's voice. It's firm, grounding, serious.

"I need you to be up front." Sage has her weapon lowered, and...there's a shred of earnest there. It makes Reyna the slightest bit uncomfortable. "And, please, listen to me."

Reyna smirks, leaning in close. She's never listened to anyone, and she intends to keep it that way.

Sage doesn't back away, and she holds her ground impressively, staring up into Reyna's eyes with a resolve Reyna would love to see break one day.

"And what if I don't, carinõ?" Reyna bares her teeth, inhaling the scent of jasmine. Sage's heart beats slowly, unthreatened.

What an interesting woman.

"Lucia is unlikely to get the help she needs," Sage says with a finality, turning her head to nod at Omen and Sova, who are both by a high, broken brick wall, weapons ready. They also look highly skeptical; Sova, amusingly enough, already has an arrow in his nock, the tip aimed right at Reyna. Omen isn't any different with his pistol, cocked and raised.

Reyna's shoulders shake as she laughs. Sage looks on at the display, back stiff. That was all she had been whenever she caught sight of Reyna in the quarters, like she hadn't quite let her guard down around her after Mexico. What a pity — the Sage that day was dazzling.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to get on your bad side." She lets the last of her chortles die, then slings her rifle. It's a familiar weight. It's a cherished one. "Vamos."