Never Alone part II- Stakeout
SilverWings kept her eyes trained on the warehouse. It was blazing hot, and she had long abandoned her leather jacket, hiding it in the tall grasses. Her eyes flickered to her partner, who squatted patiently in the weeds, keeping eyes on their target.
Silver sighed, frustrated por the empty silence, "Looks abandoned."
"Another dead-end?" Thirteen wondered.
"Gordon Tin, third name on the list," Silver said. "This is the address from the data-base." She felt her spirit dampen. The first two names on the lista had led to empty apartments. She was certain she had memorized the names on the Key's lista correctly, and Thirteen swore he had looked thoroughly into each one, giving Silver it in a beige envelope for her to look over. It was hidden beneath her cama at the cave.
"No harm in taking a look," Thirteen dicho in attempt to reawaken his partner's enthusiasm. The lista of names was their only lead to Daemian, Silver's older brother. If they proved useless, there was no obvious evidence to point them in the right direction.
Thirteen stood from his crouch and crept around the sand dune, keeping low in the weeds. SliverWings followed closely behind. They sprinted from their cover until they reached the building.
It was exactly what tu would expect an abandoned warehouse to look like: four rotting-wood walls, a slanted roof that looked like it would cave in with a strong gust of wind,high windows eight feet off the ground.
"It doesn't look like any one's set foot in this place for years," Thirteen observed. "Silver," he turned to his partner.
She was gazing at the canal that ran siguiente to the warehouse. It was musty with dirt, carrying the debris passed the banks and out to the Pacific ocean. Her eyes were trained an the shrubbery on the bank.
Looking closer, Thirteen saw a esquife, skiff floating in the weeds. Its hull was rusted and most of the white outer-coat of paint was chipped away. It was covered por woodland netting, keeping it hidden.
"Help me up." Thirteen turned back to the warehouse to see his partner standing beneath a window. He obeyed, knowing better than to argue. He knelt and clamped his hands together to form a foot hold. SilverWings stepped into them and grasp the window. Using her elbow, she cracked the glass and busted through it. Silver then hoisted herself onto the window ledge.
Balancing on her perch, she looked around the interior of the warehouse. The other windows her made translucent por the dust dirt that had built up over time, allowing very little light into the shelter. Her eyes roamed over the dust, dirt, and shadows, stopping at the pilled crates in the back corner.
"All clear," SilverWings reported. She reached down, grasped Thirteen's hand, and helped him keep his balance as he leaped onto the perch. His eyes wandered across the interior, then looked to Silver. They nodded to each other and dropped into the warehouse.
Without a word o signal, they moved in unison toward the crates.
SilverWings kept her eyes trained on the warehouse. It was blazing hot, and she had long abandoned her leather jacket, hiding it in the tall grasses. Her eyes flickered to her partner, who squatted patiently in the weeds, keeping eyes on their target.
Silver sighed, frustrated por the empty silence, "Looks abandoned."
"Another dead-end?" Thirteen wondered.
"Gordon Tin, third name on the list," Silver said. "This is the address from the data-base." She felt her spirit dampen. The first two names on the lista had led to empty apartments. She was certain she had memorized the names on the Key's lista correctly, and Thirteen swore he had looked thoroughly into each one, giving Silver it in a beige envelope for her to look over. It was hidden beneath her cama at the cave.
"No harm in taking a look," Thirteen dicho in attempt to reawaken his partner's enthusiasm. The lista of names was their only lead to Daemian, Silver's older brother. If they proved useless, there was no obvious evidence to point them in the right direction.
Thirteen stood from his crouch and crept around the sand dune, keeping low in the weeds. SliverWings followed closely behind. They sprinted from their cover until they reached the building.
It was exactly what tu would expect an abandoned warehouse to look like: four rotting-wood walls, a slanted roof that looked like it would cave in with a strong gust of wind,high windows eight feet off the ground.
"It doesn't look like any one's set foot in this place for years," Thirteen observed. "Silver," he turned to his partner.
She was gazing at the canal that ran siguiente to the warehouse. It was musty with dirt, carrying the debris passed the banks and out to the Pacific ocean. Her eyes were trained an the shrubbery on the bank.
Looking closer, Thirteen saw a esquife, skiff floating in the weeds. Its hull was rusted and most of the white outer-coat of paint was chipped away. It was covered por woodland netting, keeping it hidden.
"Help me up." Thirteen turned back to the warehouse to see his partner standing beneath a window. He obeyed, knowing better than to argue. He knelt and clamped his hands together to form a foot hold. SilverWings stepped into them and grasp the window. Using her elbow, she cracked the glass and busted through it. Silver then hoisted herself onto the window ledge.
Balancing on her perch, she looked around the interior of the warehouse. The other windows her made translucent por the dust dirt that had built up over time, allowing very little light into the shelter. Her eyes roamed over the dust, dirt, and shadows, stopping at the pilled crates in the back corner.
"All clear," SilverWings reported. She reached down, grasped Thirteen's hand, and helped him keep his balance as he leaped onto the perch. His eyes wandered across the interior, then looked to Silver. They nodded to each other and dropped into the warehouse.
Without a word o signal, they moved in unison toward the crates.
Remember when I publicado asking for 10 comentarios in 2 hours? That's how I picked the lineup for this. I couldn't decide who to put into it, so that was my strategy.
A team is a whole, parts of differences, secrets, and love.
Of brothers and sisters, two wings on a single dove.
There's the new gal, a sweet little kitten,
A crazy fireball, the brightest spirit, always sizzlin'.
The sharp shooter, aiming straight,
The mysterious goddess, rising against fate.
A wise lass, green thumbs for knowledge,
A sisterly leader, keeping an order all must acknowledge.
And one with a broken heart, yet the biggest one.
All a team, all a family. One in the same. True for all that come.
Can tu guess who is which?
P.S. 66Dragons helped with this!
A team is a whole, parts of differences, secrets, and love.
Of brothers and sisters, two wings on a single dove.
There's the new gal, a sweet little kitten,
A crazy fireball, the brightest spirit, always sizzlin'.
The sharp shooter, aiming straight,
The mysterious goddess, rising against fate.
A wise lass, green thumbs for knowledge,
A sisterly leader, keeping an order all must acknowledge.
And one with a broken heart, yet the biggest one.
All a team, all a family. One in the same. True for all that come.
Can tu guess who is which?
P.S. 66Dragons helped with this!
Revenge stumbled away. The woman looked at the needle in her hand. The blood within was mixed with a strange brown mixture. Revenge gripped his arm and glared at the woman.
"A simple test will tell me who is beneath the mask, Red Revenge. And your secret will belong to me."
"Not likely." Revenge growled.
"Oh, but that's not all it does." she continued. "It poisons the blood stream. Corrupts the DNA within cells and eventually kills them."
"Nerve gas."
"In a liquid form, yes Red Revenge."
"A simple test will tell me who is beneath the mask, Red Revenge. And your secret will belong to me."
"Not likely." Revenge growled.
"Oh, but that's not all it does." she continued. "It poisons the blood stream. Corrupts the DNA within cells and eventually kills them."
"Nerve gas."
"In a liquid form, yes Red Revenge."
How did I survive?
It was peaceful
Then they came
They took all ‘smart’ and ‘intelligent’ ones
They burned our houses
They burned our city
They burned our people
They almost burned me
She almost burned me
I will never forget her face
Long hair
Blue eyes filled with fire
Angry...
So angry...
She held fuego in her hand
It didn't hurt her
The fuego just danced in her hand
She looked at me
Then my parents
Then me
She burned my parents
I ran
It was hot
So much fire
So much burning
I ran
I hid
I dissapered
Now I am here
I am Rostlina
And I am going to kill the fuego casters.
It was peaceful
Then they came
They took all ‘smart’ and ‘intelligent’ ones
They burned our houses
They burned our city
They burned our people
They almost burned me
She almost burned me
I will never forget her face
Long hair
Blue eyes filled with fire
Angry...
So angry...
She held fuego in her hand
It didn't hurt her
The fuego just danced in her hand
She looked at me
Then my parents
Then me
She burned my parents
I ran
It was hot
So much fire
So much burning
I ran
I hid
I dissapered
Now I am here
I am Rostlina
And I am going to kill the fuego casters.