Fallen Angel
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into the opening, her head reappearing a second later to look for Kyato. After a few seconds of looking around, letting his gaze fall on each of the hidden soldiers in turn and offering them all a malevolent smile, Kyato then followed after Kira.
None of the soldiers had the chance to fire their implements of capture. First surprised by the water then half blinded by the object’s brightness, they missed their quarry. The opening closed and shortly after, the craft lifted up out of the canyon and into the night sky, speeding ever upward, faster and faster until it was just a bright speck like the stars, then nothing at all.
Twenty minutes later Carlisle arrived on the scene, huffing and panting, and demanding answers. Where were they? Communications had gone down, they’d lost the locator trace. Before the sergeant could answer they heard laughter coming from up above them, on top of the cliff somewhere. A rich deep sound, full of mirth that echoed off the canyon walls.
“Suck shit, Carlisle, you lose!” a voice called down to them and then laughed again, softer as if it were moving away.
Carlisle ground his teeth as he stared up at the dark of the cliff top. “You’ll keep you little four eyes prick” he muttered to himself. Abruptly he turned and strode off, efficiently picking his way around rocks and boulders as he headed off down the canyon, his men falling in behind him.
The barest of smiles crossed his face. He had work to do.
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The woman who sat in the small concrete laboratory-like room was a DSS agent to the core. A Black belt in two martial arts, she had a knowledge of several others. She was a crack shot with both a rifle and a pistol and deft with a knife, not to mention a variety of other weapons. Her short cropped hair framed a stern, no-nonsense face atop a hard body of wiry muscle. She had little use for emotion and had once broken a male colleagues jaw because he had indiscreetly propositioned her. She also happened to be a fully trained field medic and nurse, which was why she was here.
“Well, isn’t she just the most adorable little thing?” she cooed for the third time in as many minutes, as much to the small bundle in her arms as to the black clad and fully armored guard standing beside the door.
The guard blinked once and said nothing.
The bundle blinked and smiled back up at her with the widest, strangest pair of blue eyes the agent had ever seen. The pupils seemed to have a ring of fine silver speckles around them, they reminded her of chrome.
And that was the least of it, she thought to herself as she felt two tiny little wings rustle in their blanket wrap, trying to find a more comfortable position. The agent, against whom granite was soft by comparison, smiled as those eyes slowly closed in relaxed and contented sleep.
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