What Water Summons - BellaEX, Sirens

Chapter 5 ~ Flight

Content Warning: Mentions of profanity.

"Holy shit!-" Gymir yelled as he tried to control one of the human firearms. He hadn't expected so much force from the seemingly small object when he pressed the trigger.

"You have to be the least intelligent siren I've ever met let!" Myfelle cursed over his shoulder as he continued to examine a series of knives.
"Actually you've only met three sirens in your life so that statement barely accounts for anything!" The spunky redheaded siren retorted.

The three of them were allowed to roam among the weapons storage compartment to collect whatever gear they saw fit for their upcoming expedition.
"We are still being monitored so if we could please gain a bit more responsibility then we have a better chance of not ending up dead." Cuimhne calmly told off the other two as she gently loaded some of the items into the duffel bag she'd been given.

Myfelle rolled his eyes and began sheathing the knives he desired to take. Gymir proceeded to try and find one of the weapons with capability of shooting or exploding that he could enjoy while handling properly.

Eventually general Shankser appeared in the doorway to collect them. They'd all been supplied bullet-proof vests, and Myfelle had fought with everyone trying to convince him to put it on for his own protection.
Shankser smiles at the armed creatures in front of him, it reminded him of dealing with rookie recruits where he grew up and he stated those thoughts as such.
Shankser had practically been raised in the military and once he was of age to be training new candidates he had grown fond of the role.

"I'm not your pathetic little soldier boy and I'd suggest you'd watch your tongue before I scratch it out of your mouth!" Myfelle roared before stalking towards the general.
Cuimhne saw his self restraint evaporating and she jumped in front of the angry male, pressing her hands against his chest, effectively stopping him from moving any further. "Please... don't do this. You'd be putting yourself at risk for nothing." She spoke softly, trying to calm his rage.

He exhaled heavily before closing his eyes, ashamed at his outburst but defeated as he stormed off in the direction of the plane where he assumed he was supposed to be headed.
"You both have such a temper.. where does that get you?" She sighed, facing Gymir who seemed offended at her address to him.
"I do not have a temper!" He snarled. Cuimhne just scoffed at his hypocrisy and started after Myfelle.

She found him standing at the entrance between the corridor and the tarmac where cargo plane - a military Hercules they were scheduled to take - was being prepared for flight. "Are we supposed to get on that massive steel bird?" Cuimhne asked staring at it, both fearful and mesmerized.
She'd caught up to Myfelle, who now stood beside her saying nothing.
Her glance shifted to his distant facial expression, his solemn eyes. "I know I asked you if you were alright earlier and you said 'no' but if you need to talk to someone about it you can talk to me. I've never had a friend like you before so I want to help in any way I can." She smiled at him before walking towards the cargo hold ramp.

Gymir walked past Myfelle, give him a strange glance before adjusting his hold on one of the duffel bags and walking into the rear of the aircraft. Myfelle heard Shankser's boots approaching from the tarmac entrance, making the dark siren quickly follow suit to Gymir instead of falling behind and possibly engaging in conversation with the general.

Once they entered the Hercules, Shankser buckled himself up while chuckling under his breath at the clueless attempts made by the three mystical beasts to work the safety belts.
Gymir angrily hissed at the mocking laughter, "Oh, well pardon me if I don't know how to work your stupid human gadgets when I've spent the last several centuries of my life trying avoid you, your society, and it's technologies!"