Zane | ✔︎

Chapter Twenty-Four | 34.

"A mile off of Delta. Crossing the Knight Clan air space, over." The co-pilot stated into the radio while descending, steering the cyclic stick with a careful eye, letting the chopper hover around the eerie forest that acted as the closest thing to her escape, as Azalea watched the forest beneath her dance because of the wind caused by the Heli.

"We are 4 going 2, clear for spot hover."

She only had 2 accompanying pack members, members that were fooled enough to know the woman with them was an ally and not a rogue, keeping her clandestine from any suspicion. They were a part of the cabinet of the Alpha, enabling them to drop her off the best. A few miles away from her spot, she could see the city of Las Vegas and the roads being busy.

With a little travelling, she could reach the casino in 20 minutes, on foot. Travelling she had to do discretely as well. She had no ride, henceforth. As soon as she lands, it's just her and Vegas. All she had were those nades, her 2 weapons and her ring.

The crimson obsidian looked never better under a waxing moon.
She was almost back into her territory again, a place where she had no restrictions besides not killing. At least for now, she only had to get information and get out.

Back at the pack, everyone scrutinised the screen of the control room, watching everything she did, everything in her line of sight. There was a nice audience, a strong group of the strongest soldiers of the Clan slowly realising that this woman may not be a normal pack member, she may be someone more cynical, but they couldn't question the Alpha or get out of the room without properly giving her a look. 

Her movements enticed them, her whereabouts and circumstances shut them up. Zane knew she'd make that happen to any person in the Clan, showing her instead of announcing her sounded more appropriate.

In the corner of the control room stood a few machines, machines that were critical for the mission, machines of her vitals and hormones radar that were tracking everything that was happening in her body and what she was feeling.

It was no news that Azalea still needed to be studied. Beda was still a mystery, and those machines only anchored relief in Zane more. Remembering the words in her voice after their kiss was something he had to obey, something he had to follow, but they also countered the relief in his system. 

"I will follow your orders, but I only have one, Zane. If I get compromised, you let me fight. I deserve to fight."

As if he was going to listen to her. 

Zane was not stupid, his ride was ready 24x7 in case something were to happen to her and he had to extract her as soon as possible. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. It wasn't that he doubted her. But c'mon, leaving Azalea alone with men who want to kill her? 

He knows he never saw her in action, in her playground, and this will be a show for him as well. 

A part of him wanted to obey her words, but the monster in his head only screamed red when it came to her. Alerting him that she was no longer in his arms, alerting him that she was outside his borders. Alerting him that she was all alone and without anybody.

If only he knew what actually would happen to him when she got hurt. 
It will be known, in due time.

"Air traffic shows green. You are clear for landing, Storm." The pilot instructed thoroughly, throwing a rope at her feet from the cabinet beside them, as she got up from her seat to overlook the forest by herself.

She snickered at the rope.
"Thanks for the gesture." She shouted over the loud rotor blades, ditching the help and taking a leap off of the helicopter after feeling Beda's presence coming back in her mind, and she was off. Just like that. With no warning.