The several hour flight to the town was an awkward one, to say the least. We both sat on opposite sides of the bullhead, pretending the other wasn't there. Or at least that's what I was doing. She would occasionally try to strike up some sort of conversation but stopped when she realized I wasn't going to answer.
I ended up losing count of how many times I tried to grab my flask only to realize it wasn't there. I know it wasn't as much as I mentally cursed Ozpin and Glinda for setting this up, that's for damn sure; I lost count of those long before I even went for the flask. The two of them planned this for whatever reason, and to say I wasn't happy about it would be a gross understatement.
When the bullhead landed, if you could call dropping a foot to the ground when the engine gave away a landing, I was immediately outside moving away from the vehicle.
"Qrow, wait!" Summer called back. I stopped, glancing behind me for only a moment to make sure she got out alright. When I saw her land safely outside the bullhead I turned away.
"You take the north side; I'll take the south. If all goes well we'll meet up at the other side in time to speak with the mayor," I replied simply.
"And if it doesn't? Go well, I mean. What if there's trouble along the way?" Summer asked. "Will I have to deal with it on my own?"
"You know my number."
"If I call will you show up?" She said, making my hand tighten into a fist by my side.
"I'm not going to let you die," I said through clenched teeth. Before another word could be passed between up I changed form and flew away.
