The Nightwing

Chapter 7

*Not from Corrinna's POV*

"Is the plan in action yet?" I asked my second in command, Cristian.

"We are not sure yet sir, we haven't heard from the scouts since they arrived at the base." He replied with urgency. We walked down a long hallway, and he struggled to keep up with my pace.

"See to it that we get contact with them as soon as possible, we cannot risk being found out." I said as my eyes zero'd in on the next door down the hall.

"Yes sir!" He lightly touched his ear where a knew a communicative device was, and heard him mumble some orders. "Will that be all?" He asked looking back to me. He was nearly at a jog by the time we got to the doorway.

"Yes, thank you. You are dismissed to supervise the mission." He saluted to me, and scurried down the next hallway. I signed to myself and dug my keys out of my left pocket, jiggling the door open. As I entered the room I left the light off and flopped down on my bed. Realizing that I probably shouldn't go to bed in my equipment, I got up ready to strip it all off.

There was a knock at the door.

"Sir! They we have gotten in contact with the scouts and found that they were successful. We got on and off the base without any casualties, as well as the captive." I didn't bother go to the door to respond, this was the first time I had sat down all day, and there was no way I was getting up.

"Good, the scouts should be here with the captive within 4 hours, prepare for their arrival. I will deal with them in the morning."

"Yes sir!" I listened to his footsteps fade, and I was finally alone. Letting out a long breath, I took off my gun holster and bullet proof vest, along with all the other gadgets that Helaine had made for me.

It felt as if I could finally breathe after removing all of my gear. Honestly I don't know how I was able to live with all of that on all day, but I knew that I could trust no one in this hellhole. I knew of many people who would just as easily kill me for my power as they would worship my name. Heliane was the only one who had somehow found a weak spot in me. Heck! I barely had any right to trust Cristian! Believe me, I had tried to trust that weasel, but he had always given me an off feeling. If I had a choice, I definitely wouldn't have chosen him. But I didn't have that choice.

We all were stuck in these positions, whether we liked it or not. Me being the leader, and the rest whatever their assigned role was. That is, unless they died. It had always worked that way.

When Brendan died, I was forced to take my role as the leader. I knew this was the most dangerous form of society to live in, but what did I have to lose? In truth, everyone knew I would not be an easy leader to kill as Brendan had been. Those power hungry, bloodthirsty rats knew I was not a force to be reckoned with. Unless they knew my weakness. Helaine.

I had never planned to let anyone in, in fact I had my walls built up so high, not even cold blooded killings bothered me much. But then I had met Helaine. Somehow, in some way, she had slowly removed those walls, allowing me to finally see who I really was again. I owed everything to her for that, I had lost myself completely.

I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her. I knew she was a strong and capable woman, that was one of the many reasons I loved her, but even thinking about one of those rats even touching her made my blood boil.

Knowing what a long day I would have tomorrow, I turned onto my stomach and eventually drifted into a fitful sleep.