lightning strikes | könig [ON HOLD]

- Chapter 1 -

"I feel like killing someone."

Senna rolled her eyes and adjusted the weapon in her hands as her partner, Jerico continued to scowl at the horizon, his eyes squinting against the harsh sunlight.

The two of them were like water and fire, they couldn't be more different. They were complete opposites but somehow worked really well, and despite their differences, they knew the other would always have their backs. Senna was ready to put her hand in fire for Jerico, and Jerico would burn the world for her.

"It's three pm," Senna looked at him from the corner of her eye, his scowl deepening at her words. He was usually in this mood in the mornings, but since it wasn't morning, she didn't know what was up with him.

"More reason to kill someone," he grumbled, earning a chuckle from the woman.

Jerico hated mornings. He hated being outside, just in general. And he usually hated everyone else as well, but he liked Farah and Senna so much that both women were present at his wedding. He married another ULF fighter, Jamal, and their love was the most beautiful thing Senna had ever witnessed.

The pair watched as a helo descended from the sky, the propellers causing the sand and dust around them to dance around them like a tornado. Senna was glad she didn't leave her protective goggles behind as Jerico did, so she could actually see what was happening, unlike him.

And Jerico wasn't too pleased with Shadow Company so far, since they arrived an hour and a half late to their original appointment. Senna didn't care about the details enough to ask about it, but the man beside her already didn't like the soldiers.

Four soldiers in black gear jumped from their helicopter, the last of them signaling to the pilot before they headed toward the pair. Senna looked at them and her only thought was they were lucky to have them. Dressing like that they were like moving targets.

"Gentlemen," Senna called out to them first, the scarf twisted around her face hiding her small smile.

"You must be Farah Karim," the tallest one spoke up, reaching a hand over to her to shake hands.

"She was busy," Senna shook his hand with confidence, the other three Shadows only nodding at her. "I'm Senna Hakim, her second-in-command."

The tallest one, who must be in charge of their little team nodded, not saying anything else at that. Senna wasn't used to greeting new people and she wasn't sure how friendly she should be with them, so she glanced at Jerico who didn't hide his distaste towards the soldiers.

"Hal ma zilna nantazir shakhs ma?" Are we still waiting for someone?, he asked in Arabic, obviously directing his words to Senna only. The woman knew he could speak English, not as well as she could but it was good enough.

He didn't like new people, not until they proved they could be trusted. So Senna was ready to hear only Arabic from him for a few days.

"Niema, jundiun KorTac," Yes, the KorTac soldier, Senna replied, the name KorTac catching the Shadows' attention. She decided to switch to English for their sake. "We've been expecting another person around 1500, so we have to wait for them."

"No rush," the leader said, taking the opportunity to talk with his men.

Senna's eyes caught movement from the corner of her eye, her head turning to the right eventually. She saw a figure walking away from a jet, his figure enveloped in the soft embrace of a mirage, the heat making his figure almost unreal. He was the only other person beside them there, which could only mean one thing.

Senna decided to meet him halfway, pushing her goggles on the top of her head as she headed towards him. But somehow his long strides caught up to her a lot sooner than she expected.