Withered Flowers

Chapter 3

Hawks returned to HR with the flowers. He came back into the board room and saw them. 

"Well?" 

"Like I said, she said she didn't do it," 

"And the flowers?" 

"Oh! She picked them for me," He smiled. Endeavor glared a bit. 

"Hawks it's people out here dying and you were picking flowers and getting cozy with the enemy!?!" Hawks smile dropped. "Did you even ask her important questions the main one is what was in the syringes and why is she watching her father?!" He didn't. 

"You were offline for an hour..." Hawks looked at him. "What happened." Endeavor demanded. 

"She took off my helmet," 

"And you're alive?" Hawks looked at his hands and wings. 

"Yeah? I don't feel different," 

"And you didn't faint?" Once again he shook his head. 

"No, I was awake the whole time," He admitted before Endeavor sighed and walked off. Hawks just stood as he looked out the window holding the flowers. 

He sighed. 

As the week unfolded, the heroes received their new suits, each tailored to enhance their unique abilities while providing vital protection. The sleek designs boasted vibrant colors and high-tech features, igniting a renewed sense of purpose among the heroes. The excitement was palpable, especially as they prepared for the challenges ahead.

The evacuation was a logistical triumph. Teams coordinated with local authorities, guiding families to safety while ensuring that essential supplies reached those who remained. The 75 percent who left were greeted with relief and gratitude, finding temporary shelter in nearby communities. But for the 25 percent who chose to stay, a different kind of resolve took hold.

These heroes understood the stakes. They organized efforts to fortify buildings, rescue those still trapped, and provide medical aid where it was needed most. Every day brought new challenges—fires to extinguish, debris to clear, and civilians to save—but they faced them with unwavering determination.

As days turned into nights, the city buzzed with the collective effort of both heroes and civilians. It was a moment that reminded everyone of the strength in unity. Each rescue brought a sense of hope, fueling the heroes' spirits as they pushed forward, knowing they were making a real difference in the lives of those around them.

By the night, every hero in the area was instructed to find the woman and capture her. "What?" Hawks questioned. "Even after everything I told you, you're still going after her?" 

"She's has something to do with this, Hawks. Don't you think it's odd that she can survive this but others are dying? Whatever was in those syringes is the reason and she has the answers," Hawks frowned a bit. 

"And if she doesn't?" 

"Come on dude you only had one interaction with her and you're just going to believe everything she tells you?" Mirko questioned. He didn't get a chance to answer as they left. 

He frowned a bit more because it was unaware of them...he knew exactly where she was. He flew off in the direction he left his feather. 

He carefully went into the forest before he found the small isolated cottage. He landed at the door and knocked on it. He heard nothing before he yelped when his leg was lifted in the air. He was going to fight back before he saw the familiar white-haired beauty. In her hair was his feather. She was holding a basket of fruit.