The flight of a flame

Chapter 7

It's been a month, Fawks is still Wherever she is and we've gotten... Nowhere. If we find her, first thing we'd have to do, is avoid capture. If we know their plan, we could grab her and leave. If we don't die first. Lots of Ifs. The fate of the world is in your hands, no pressure. Credit from literally every movie. Expect the usual, I get there, it's all fine and dandy, oh no! Looks like I'm loosing now! Oops never mind I won, no casualties, no pain, it all went well, bad guy goes to prison.

Gee, wish I was a movie character right about know.

"We can't wait much longer, it's been a month, we need to wake sleeping beauty and tell her the plan." 1 step ahead of you, Cam, I've been up all night. Step 1, barge through the door, step 2, get plan, step 3... don't die? Sounds good when do we start? Now? Ok! "Ok sleepyheads I got 0 sleep yesterday, and If I don't get a plan soon, I'll talk in Shakespearian English for the rest of the day." I might kill my teammates ears first.

Crawl in vents or high places, find bird, get bird, run. Perhaps I can do some Latin whispering in the vents, make it seem haunted, brush my wings on the sides, make it work. Ghosts? No need! You have me! A professional ghost! Probably won't go through with that plan, but oh well. I just want to whisper things like, "its a ruse! You have lost! Death to allllllllllllllllllllll!" With an extra 7 billion 'L's

After hours of flying over the ocean in dense fog, where something was seen crashing into the atmosphere, we, scratch that, I found a giant rocket, like the ones humans make, but ya'know, something that looks cool. There was also what seems to be the start of new civilisation, starting with a lab. "Hey guys!" I whispered into my earpiece, "Any chance we're looking for a giant base in the middle of nowhere literally titled evil base?" Is it obvious that I joke? Like, a lot?
"No, I think we are looking for something titled 'super cool base that has UR bird'." comedy.

The vents were below freezing. Delightful. Didn't even get a chance to hide my wings, so they don't freeze off. But nooo! You might need your wings! What if you fall down, into sone disgusting alien goo that swallows you whole. They'd definitely have liquid nitrogen right where i'd fall, so that if i do fall, if i don't stop my fall with my wings, i die.

Suddenly, pineapples. That's the most humorous way to think when your best friend you've known for years screams out the worlds best equivalent for a swear word. Even better, it was spoken in English. Cameron probably heard that from the ear piece. Oh look, the grated part of the vent where the air comes out. Does it have a name? Probably. Would I ever use that name? Surely you know me by now.

Down under, is a bird in a cage. Unguarded. Sus but Ok. I Silently undo the latches, and flutter down. Good thing it's quiet. Im good at quiet. Grab cage, open cage. Darn rusty metal can squeak, good job, Eva. Release a bird into the vents, done! Get back into vents. Not complete.

Get stabbed in the neck with a small needle and pass out, check.

Who misses ???

Must they continue to stab my poor neck with such a vile poison? This time they chose a less powerful dose, one that would put me to sleep, and when I woke, only a minute of rainbows and glitter.

Probably found whoever they needed to find.

I do not want this newcomer to be as annoying as that bird. Who's ready for 5 hours of fun time?

Through the rainbows I saw someone, their wings bound in my favourite kind of binding, one that wraps around the limb, in 3 places, ensuring the wings stay out, and spread as far as the scientists need. They'd be chained to a certain length apart, then to the wall. The figure's wingspan was massive, as i had predicted. However, i hadn't predicted that their wings would be such a bright light brown, that they might be mistaken for the impossible colour of Eiral wings. White.