The cabin rocked as the plane taxied onto the runway, narrated by the captain who was reading off various times and statistics in a droning voice. Within a few minutes they were moving on their own, and accelerated down the runway to takeoff. The aircraft steadily rose into the air, headed east towards Italy.
"Rolf," Wes asked, leaning forward a bit to see around Burst, "You never seemed creaky before the...capture. Are you alright?"
We shouldn't have to drag this very long. I just want to get a few more posts of development from everyone before moving on.
"I am also older... Than any of you... And I spent a long... Time, in my 'home' before... wandering..." He said as he held his throat slightly, his voice was monotone and broken, he could only guess that they had done something to his vocal cords that hadn't healed yet, or probably wouldn't heal.
"Do you think you're going to be able to recover soon?" Wes asked. He was sure two years was nothing to one as old as Rolf, but the voice and creaking worried him. Rolf always seemed to heal remarkably well, at least that's what Wes saw from the few months they had worked together. He couldn't think of why this would be any different, but he didn't really understand the undead very well anyway.
Anthony still sat in the front first class area of the plane. He had refrained from more than one drink and was now musing about the state of things. It was almost like a debriefing for him, something to take his mind off of the horrible things that he and others had done in the name of peace. He smiled, almost ironic how they advocated peace. He had a vision of Mythos and humans working together, but it seemed some of his team just wanted to wipe them all out.
That was why he had selected Justin to join their team. It was a necessity, something to show the others that not all humans were evil, not all people wanted them dead. He looked back at when he had first rescued Wes, the hollow look in his eyes, the one that screamed for death. The blood on Eryn's hands, still warm and sticky. The raw violence they and a few other exhibited was enough to worry him. As he continued to explain to his team; these missions weren't simply about killing humans; it was about destroying the intolerance, showing that not all Mythos were evil and that not all humans were good. Likewise there were bad Mythos and good humans. It was too much to ponder now and Anthony leaned back into his seat to close his eyes. It was only a couple more hours until they arrived and he wanted to be rested for the encounter with the security.
The plane soon began its descent onto the tarmac of the airport, the speakers crackling for them to buckle up and prepare for the landing. The rest of the flight went off without a hitch, not experiencing any issues until they met the final security checkpoint. Wes was mysteriously absent from their little group and Anthony knew why. One of the armed guards walked up to Michael, "You, with us, now!"
Michael looked at Anthony, slightly panicking as he walked with the two heavily armoured men walked beside him on either side, guns raised to his head. An interrogation room was opened and Michael was rushed in and the door was shut. Anthony moved through the crowds moving towards the door. The single guard, stationed at the door moved to stop him, but he silenly, punched his in his larynx and put him into a sleeper hold. He pressed his ear to the door, "Who did you come with? Where are the other Mythos? We have the right to detain you here freak and we will."
Michael's responses were vague, not betraying the group at all. Anthony was proud that he did that, but knew that it was going to cause some problems. All of a sudden a shout was heard, followed by a scream and the tinted glass cracked and broke as a guard flew through it. Michael was in a rage, holding the other high in the air, before dropping him on his knee, breaking his back. Anthony knew this wouldn't end well.
"What the-" Justin began, smacking himself in the face to finish waking up from the flight. All he'd heard was a large window breaking and a few shouts, which was enough to signal trouble. Looking around, he could see the nearby guards calling for reinforcements as they rushed over. Picking the one in the back, he swiftly kicked the man in the groin and put him in a rear naked choke. Dropping the unconscious man seconds later, he took the guard's pistol and pocketed the two extra magazines.
"Guys, we gotta take these out quick and get out of here before the real reinforcements get here."
As a mouse, Wes dropped into the cargo bay. He had little trouble slipping away. He just went into the bathroom and left the door open a crack, then shifted and ran back out.
The hold was filled this time, so he had to navigate through a maze of stacked, shifting boxes to get down to the weapons. When he finally squeezed into the spot where he had left them, he found the escape route to be blocked off. Damn, I'm going to have to wait while they unpack enough things.
Nonetheless, he wriggled into the straps of the makeshift harness and shifted into a dog. A form much better suited to the size.
Arf, Arf!
Wes looked over to the sound and found a small dog in a travel cage, looking at him endearingly. Seeing an opportunity, he approached it and sniffed around the dog. It took a good few seconds of sniffing, before whining a bit and sitting on it's haunches. Wes inspected the lock and attempted to open it, but found it too confounding for his form. He shifted into a small monkey, feeling the straps slacken around him, then opened the door and slid in. He dragged the swords in, then closed and locked himself in. I just need to stay here until I'm in the terminal, then I can open it up and find the others. I don't have to worry about stirring up trouble for them.
The soldiers ran towards the enraged Mythos, rifles trained on his head. This was when Michael knew that his time was up. He looked sad, but this was how war was. He closed his eyes and the soldiers opened fire, shredding the upper half of his body. Anthony closed his eyes and sighed, "C'mon, we need to leave," he muttered to Vasilli.
Justin quickly hid the pistol, since there generally weren't metal detectors on the way out of airports. He motioned to the others to gather near the General as he walked over.
"So..." he sighed, "where to from here?" He poorly hid the refreshed understanding that they were all likely to die in this war.
Wes groaned as the carrier was roughly tossed from the plane onto the cart. The don't waste time for safety, do they?
The ride to the terminal was smooth, though. He could see that this airport was much larger than the one they had left from. He feared it might be difficult to find his team.
After several minutes, the cart stopped and the cargo started to get loaded onto a conveyor. The cage Wesley was in was near the top, so he didn't have to wait too long. As soon as the cage was out of the workers hands, Wes reached through the bars with his monkey hands and unlatched the door. It swung open, and the other dog rushed out. He'll distract them.
He shifted to a different breed of small dog and waited a few seconds, then dashed out as well. He followed the direction the conveyor was running, knowing it would take him to the inside of the terminal. He leapt over a large bag, not quite making the distance he expected due to the swords dragging from his back, but still landing on top. The other dog had been captured just ahead, but he could see a curtain a short distance farther ahead.
Sprinting towards the curtain, another worker shouted, Another one! A man stood in front and started calling Wes over, as he would call to any dog. Wes ignored him, ducked past as the man tried to grab him and then pushed through the black plastic curtain.
There was a large crowd gathered around the conveyor as he entered the terminal, no doubt waiting for their luggage. Cover. He jumped off the path and started running to the crowd, ducking under some feet before finding a spot of relative privacy. The crowd was dense enough that he simply shifted back to human form and pushed his way out. Anybody who may have caught a glimpse of him would have simply discounted him as someone standing up from a crouch.
He started to walk away at a brisk speed, trying to look inconspicuous even with a pair of swords bungee strapped to his back. That was when he heard gunfire and panic not too far away. My team. His heartrate increased, but he resisted the urge to run towards it. He knew it was them, but if he was caught before reaching them Anthony wouldn't wait.
After a tense walk scanning over the seats of the waiting areas, and some guards running past, Wes spotted his team. Approaching them, he asked, "What happened? Should we leave?"
Eryn followed behind the others, choosing to stay quiet. She had actually been surprised when she found herself actually saddened by the fact that Michael had been killed.
You have been growing weaker and weaker by the minute. Now you even shed tears for others.
She tightly closed her eyes, silencing the voice for a few moments.
Sorry for the delay. A bit of bad communication between LITV and I.
"Micheal's dead." Anthony said simply, leading them out of the airport.
"Dead?" Wes blurted out, looking back towards the scene as the soldiers began to disperse the crowd. "What happened?"
"They interviewed him, and he didn't give the answers they were looking for. They fought, he fought back, and they called in the guards."
Wes sighed and clenched his fists. We're going to win this war. They deserve to die.
Anthony led them to the long-term parking area and found a large courier bus. As the group filed in, Wes had to ask, "How are there always vehicles around?"
"We keep them around, at airports and bases. It lets groups of Mythos travel under the radar much easier."
Satisfied with the answer, Wes sat down next to Azure and pulled the sword off his back and handed it to him.
A short ride through Rome later, Anthony drove the vehicle into an underground parking garage. He descended several levels all while intently watching the walls. Driving off the ramp, he pulled into a nearly empty sublevel and parked the bus.
"Wait for a moment." he said, climbing out. There was a door nearby marked "Maintenance" that he approached. Pushing a doorbell, he waited patiently for a minute before pressing his ear against the door, then it opened. He waved them out and entered the room himself.
"Welcome to Rome." A pale, thin man said as they entered. He had a thick Italian accent which sounded out of place since he spoke very slowly. "I saw news of the Convention Riot in Canada, that was you, yes?"
Several of them nodded. "Very unfortunate. I'm the organizer here. My name is Luka, I am vampiro. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you like, we have few here at the moment so there are plenty of rooms to sleep."
Vampiro... vampire? Justin thought, following the others inside.
"Excuse me, sir," he began, "but, uh, have you had a red-haired, blue-eyed female vampire pass through here? She... might not be too talkative." He was prepared for a no, but he couldn't give up looking for her. "And, I don't know her name."
Eryn moved from the back of the group towards Wes and Anthony. "Is there any possibility that I could leave and run around for a bit? I haven't transformed in a long time.. and I need to. I need to run around in my true form. I've been in my human form for too long."
Eryn looked down at the ground, then back to the pair. "And I promise I won't kill anyone while I'm out."
"I agree with Eryn." Burst asked their leader. "I too, would like to spread my wings for a short time. Being confined to a metal cylinder for sixteen hours is not the most comfortable place to be."
He excused himself into one of the empty rooms, and finally let the transformation back to his normal form take shape. His smooth pink skin returned to the scales he was so familiar with, his bones hardened and hollowed, allowing him to be able to both fly, and support his frame, which grew considerably. His tail pulled itself from outside of his body, and his wings, which had been bound to his torso for so long, were cut loose and spread wide, revealing his massive wingspan.
"So much better." He rumbled in his deep voice, running his reptilian tongue over his sharp teeth.
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