A/N: Yeah it was a busy holiday season with lots of work and lots of family. I apologize for the four month absence and I appreciate your PMs and Guest, your awesome review! Thank you! I hope this was worth the wait.
Chapter 51
-Whispering Woods, Etheria, 2AM-
The peculiar call of the Willow Bird made by the Camp's lookouts signaled strangers approaching, the snipers stationed at the perimeter silently taking aim as the quiet sound of footsteps rustling through the dried grass drew closer, the adrenalin beginning to course through them. The steps stopped.
"It's me," a deep voice suddenly emanated from the darkness.
"Code word."
Silence.
"Code IN," the sniper pressed impatient.
"Love conquers Hate."
Immediately the perimeter issued the command to stand down, everyone giving a sigh of relief as the Eternian Prince approached, an unconscious woman in his arms. Zephen the lead guard held up a palm stopping him.
"Why the hesitation on the code word, asshole?" he spat, holstering his laser gun.
Glaring at him Adam attempted to walk past while angry at the snub, Zephen clapped a meaty palm on the Prince's shoulder, his brown gaze fuming.
"I said…why did you hesitate?" he insisted through clenched teeth.
Tired of this guy's antics the Blond's gaze dropped to his shoulder before slowly meeting the guard's eyes. "Kindly remove your hand," he stated too calmly.
An eyebrow quirked in amusement, the 6'5" burly two-hundred fifty pound guard snorted. "Not until you answer my question, dipshit," he jeered.
A few of the guys laughed mockingly.
Adam stared icily. "Take...your fucking claw…off of me."
Falling silent, everyone stared in frozen anticipation.
"Make me, Pretty Boy." he taunted, his palm brushing his holster to which the Eternian simply stared daggers.
Suddenly irritated, Zephen made a move for his laser when Adam, Shakra still in his arms with split second precision kicked the gun from his hand landing a double roundhouse kick to the abdomen and head, the man dropping like heavy sandbags. The armed guards gaped in wide eyed shock. Adam's angry gaze swept over them.
"Anyone else care to be enlightened?" he asked sarcastically.
"No, Your Grace," came the nervous replies.
He glanced at the ground, his eyes going back to them. "When he wakes up tell him it was a wild guess; he neglected to give me the code word before I left."
Someone gasped as he turned, determined to deliver Shakra back to camp in one piece.
"Status report!"
In the debriefing room saluting the Horde's Second In Command, Force Captain Adora clicked her boot heels. "Sir, the streets were clear at curfew save for the presence of one lone civilian."
Sitting beside him, Weaver steepled her bony fingers, her glowing cat-like eyes narrowing in scrutiny.
"And that civilian was?" Hordak demanded.
Adora opened her mouth. Distracted, she closed it blinking in confusion.
Studying her Hordak leaned in, placing an elbow on the steel council table. "Did you do your job by seizing him? Didn't you ID the young man?"
Realizing something, knitting her brow her gaze jerked back to him, her features now suspicious. "How did you know the civilian was male?"
Caught, Hordak's mouth dropped open in silence; he and Shadow Weaver had in fact been audio monitoring her interaction with her brother in preparation for her final loyalty test.
"He meant the question to be gender nonspecific, Adora," Weaver interjected in an attempt to regain ground.
Anxious, Captain Catra and her men stood silent by the wall, their eyes wide at the Force Captain's boldness.
"Unlikely," she replied. Turning to him the young woman's eyes narrowed. "Guardian, you would have informed me on whether I had blood relations, would you have not?"
Confused at the shift in subjects, the feline humanoid blinked perplexed.
"Ah—well—of course, Child," he replied, taken aback by her lucidity. "But I found you by the roadside abandoned and all alone crying out for comfort. You have no family. We are your family."
Her gut told her he was hiding something. "What were you doing on Eternia twenty-one years ago?"
Someone gasped, Hordak's jaw falling open. "I haven't been back since my brother lost the war six thousand years ago—"
"You then returned ten years later," she cut him off, her gaze locked on his.
"Don't be ridiculous!" he spat impatient. "Why would I go back to the site of a failed campaign?" he asked, his ire building.
Pregnant silence.
"I believe you are lying, Sir," she said flatly, her features darkening.
Slamming his fist on the table he shot to his feet, everyone present flinching; except Adora.
"Insolent little girl!" he roared. "How dare you accuse your Superior of dishonesty!"
Adora…
At the wraith-like beckoning her gaze shot right, a distant look in her eye as everyone stared in confusion.
"Yes?" she answered glancing about disoriented.
"She's finally gone nuts," Catra whispered to the soldier beside her, he stifling a derisive chuckle.
"Force Captain Adora?" the witch called to her.
Her eyes glossing over, the Blonde slowly met her gaze.
"Are you hearing voices, Child?"
In the protracted silence, Adora's mind worked feverishly.
Wait.
What's going on?
How did I get from the street to here?
Something's wrong.
Why am I …No. I want my bro—
Her eyes went wide.
"Oh my God!" she shouted, "That was my brother!"
xxx
As the Prince entered the sleepy camp, groggy, Shakra stirred, her eyes fluttering open to fix on one of her rescuers. She knit her brow.
"Who are you again?" she asked weakly.
With a cautious smile he glanced down at her, his eyes warm. "Adora's brother."
The old woman's eyes went round. "Hera…I…I don't believe it. It's true though, isn't it?" she whispered in shock.
They stepped into her prepared tent, he lying her gently on a freshly made quilted bed ordered by Commander Glimmer. Taking a step back he clasped his hands behind him. "Can I get you anything before bed? Water? Food?"
Blinking and struggling to process the news she stammered, "W-water. P-please."
Nodding, he headed for the tent flap.
"It's Adam, right?"
Stopping he turned and gave her a small smile. "Yes, Private."
With a relieved sigh, she returned it. "Th-thank you. Adam."
With another nod he stepped through the flaps and headed for the supply tent when a shot of energy hit him without warning square in the back, he grunting at the sudden explosion of pain, his arms flying up, his back arching.
With Spirit neighing agitatedly in the distance he fell on all fours, the vibrations climbing up his spine as he squeezed his eyes shut riding out the Protection Sword's spontaneous recharge as it communed with its twin; the Power Sword.
The phenomenon subsided as quickly as it occurred when his eyes suddenly popped open in understanding.
"My God. The spell's broken," he whispered.
Hordak frowned.
"God?"
Silence in the Debriefing Room as he glared angrily at his Former Charge. He slowly stood to his feet and approached.
"I am your god! I have fed…clothed…trained…and raised you for twenty-one years," he began, his gravelly voice barely able to contain his fury, "But ten minutes with this Interloper and you DARE QUESTION ME?" he shouted in crescendo backhanding the unsuspecting Force Captain sending her hard to the floor.
A hand to her stinging cheek she glanced back up at him, her expression shocked, her breathing labored. She touched a hand to the blood on her lip, Catra smiling salaciously. Hordak eyed the feline.
"Get OUT!" he roared.
The Sub-Captain flinched, her verdant eye-shadowed eyes now wide in disbelief. She saluted, her men along with her.
"Yes, Sir!" they shouted as they made haste out of the debriefing chambers.
Stooping he roughly grabbed Adora's arm yanking her to her feet. "Do you not hold any allegiance to your Guardian?" he roared. "Do you not appreciate ANYTHING I have done for you?"
She silently held his gaze as Weaver watched quietly, he circling the hapless young woman.
"Fine! It's true," he threw up his hands, "So he's your twin brother—"
Gasping, the Blonde's eyes went round in shock and disbelief.
"Indeed I did return to Eternia days before you two were born and made a deal with your Uncle: a portion of Shadow Weaver's Dark Secrets," he gestured to the witch, "In exchange for the Twin Children of Two Worlds per the prophecy," he huffed, strutting across the room, an arm behind his back.
At the mention of prophecy Adora furrowed her brow. "Two Worlds? What prophecy?"
"He stopped and came at her, his face in hers, "Did I give you permission to speak?" he railed.
Her eyes went wide before narrowing angrily. "No, Sir," she ground out.
Satisfied, Hordak nodded and continued pacing.
"The ancient writings prophesied that these Twins would hold the Gift of Power…and I desire that power…I demand that power!"
Silence as he continued, Adora's sapphire gaze burning in growing irritation.
"Your Eternian father married a Terran woman," he explained pensively, "That is the Two Worlds part; a peculiar and impossible union…a marriage of two galaxies. There would be no limit to what you two would accomplish. And think of the inter-special twin DNA," he stated dreamily, "Instead of examining just one of you I could have examined both infants and taken full tissue samples creating a cloned race of elite super soldiers! And the two of you would have been my highest ranking officers with the privilege of commanding the armies of The Mighty and Feared Horde, unstoppable in its reach!"
He stopped, his head whipping to her. She stared back.
"Keldor informed me your brother is quick and exceptionally strong…otherworldly strong in fact, and that he heals at an accelerated rate."
She locked eyes with him.
"The same can be said of you, however your brother is slightly stronger." He cocked his head. "I need both of you. You do realize that you beat Lieutenant Kain to a pulp even though he outweighed you by a hundred pounds, Child?"
Reeling at the revelations her mouth fell open. "I…I don't recall physical examinations—"
"Of course you don't," Weaver explained. "Your mind has blocked whole sessions of such tests taking place during your childhood. My spells kept you in a continuous fog subservient to his Lordship," she hissed proudly. "Why do you think we assigned a Nanny to you? We wanted you preserved for as long as possible."
Adora's expression darkened in anger, her gaze volleying between the two of them. "You mean all these years you lied to me. You kidnapped me and kept me under a fucking spell simply to accomplish the will of the Horde?" she shouted. "No tenderness, no nurturing just a parasitical relationship. I'm viewed as something you feed off of...simply a means to an end?"
Hordak and Weaver exchanged glances with the witch turning back to her. "Yes."
Frowning, the Blonde's mouth dropped open indignant. "Lies. All LIES! Nothing about the Horde conveys integrity or goodness as I once believed. Or even the common decency to—" her eyes went round as memories suddenly flooded her mind of her myriad exploits as Horde Force Captain; things she had done and lies she had declared in the name of The Horde…philosophies she wholeheartedly believed…how she had judged, mistreated, and condemned innocent souls.
"Oh Hera…what have I done?" she asked, her eyes welling with tears.
"You did what you were ordered to do," Hordak snapped, "Like a good soldier."
Her eyes shining with tears, she clenched her jaw, her gaze narrowing in anger as he approached, his hands clasped behind his back. He stopped in front of her.
"Now you will be taken to the dungeons. Catra!"
Immediately, Catra and her men poured into the room surrounding her, clapping cuffs onto her wrists, a teary Adora raising her chin in defiance.
"We shall eagerly await your brother who will no doubt eventually come to your rescue…and fall into our well planned trap," he stated with a devious bloody fanged smile as they marched her away.
Pensive, Teela walked the Palace halls toward the Royal Infirmary where the Queen was recovering, the sounds of jack hammers and electric screw guns filling the air as reconstruction continued after Skeletor's bombings a few days ago.
Worried, hugging herself she reflected on the premonition she sensed just before the blasts…of her Love on Etheria…either currently in, or headed for trouble.
She couldn't tell the Sorceress. I mean, she won't even explain why I can suddenly shoot sorcery from my palms out of nowhere or why I'm in 'mortal danger' because of it. And she probably already knows what's happening with him, her mind thought cantankerously.
I could tell Daddy…but what could he do? He wouldn't be able to stop it, right? He's not a warlock, thank God, she thought sarcastically. I've had enough of warlocks.
Perhaps I should tell the King and Queen, her mind reasoned. But they can't do anything either.
What if they discovered it later and became angry with her for not informing them ahead of time?
Damn.
How do I get word to Adam? How do I warn him—
"Teela!"
Lost in her musings her eyes flew up to greet a smiling Gada, arms wide open rushing down the halls.
Warmed at the sight of her, Teela gave a cautious smile and did the same, the two crashing into each other in bear hugs. They parted and held each other's hands.
"Can you believe it, bitch? I'm here!" the raven haired spitfire shouted.
The Redhead snorted. "Took you long enough, wench," she shot back as arm-in-arm, the two walked together.
xxx
Gada's things were finally moved in with the help of The Crown Prince's valets, her chambers in the Royal Wing a mere twenty feet away opposite Duncan's quarters.
The young woman marveled as the last of the valets inclined their heads and left, the door shutting softly.
"I cannot believe your Man placed me in the Royal Wing. That's crazy!" she drew out excitedly.
Teela's smile dimmed a bit. "Well yeah. That's Adam," she replied wistfully, glancing away.
Gada frowned. "What is it? I noticed your demeanor earlier. Did you guys have a fight?" her eyebrows shot up. "Damn, did you break up that fast? I mean what was it…a few months—?"
Coughing a laugh the Redhead waved a hand. "No!" she settled with a sigh. "We're still together I just miss him, that's all." She frowned, unable to shake the feeling that he was going to be in some sort of trouble.
Her friend watched her, her features falling slightly. "What do you miss about him, Sissie?"
Teela gave a deep sigh. "Everything."
"Like?" she drew out.
She shrugged. "His humor—"
"Really? He doesn't smile and he always looks pissed off. You mean he's got a sense of humor under all that gruffness?"
Teela snorted a laugh. "Believe it, he does. He just doesn't advertise it."
"Okay. What else?"
She took a deep breath. "His strength of character and warmth. The way he holds me. How protective he is of me…our discussions….our connection—"
Gada waved a hand. "All too G-rated for me, Tutz. Get to the hot and sweaty sex part—"
Mortified Teela shushed her. "Can you announce it any louder, Sis? Ya know guards patrol the Palace Wings, right?" she said tilting her head, her eyes wide.
"Just whisper it in my ear."
Teela burst into laughter, Gada joining in.
"I wanna know! Describe the whole salacious encounter in complete detail because he's hot as HELL."
"Hell no! No kissing no telling. Outrageously improper."
She pouted. "Fine. So we move on to the implying," she joked. When Teela glared at her she added, "Oh come on, at least tell me how he makes you feel."
Teela thought for a moment, a smile tugging at her lips at the memory of his tenderness and generosity as they made love. Sighing she blushed.
"He's a gentleman...," she trailed off.
Perplexed silence.
"He…he makes me feel loved. Cherished."
Gada gave a heavy smile. "A true prince among men. There aren't many out there these days."
xxx
The two friends made their way to the Royal Infirmary checking on the status of the Queens' recovery.
Although a tad restless, she was healing properly and would be released sooner than expected; the broken arm and bruised ribs suffered in the attack on track for complete healing in several weeks. The concussion would be monitored.
"Your father's away at a security meeting, Captain," the King remarked. "He'll return in time for debriefing and dinner."
"Thank you, Sire."
Randor's hazel gaze turned to the newest Palace resident. "How do you find your quarters, my dear?"
"Very well, Your Majesty," Gada cheerfully replied with a curtsey. "Thank you for approving the relocation."
He waved it off, "Of course, of course. My wife and I are relieved the Captain will have no shortage of companionship while my son is—," his voice cracked slightly.
The women's eyebrows flew up, Queen Marlena studying her husband, her hand squeezing his as he regained composure.
"While…while my son is away on assignment. I expect him to return soon," his gaze drifted distant.
"Yes, Sire" they chimed.
Marlena quietly pressed her lips together in a forced dutiful smile.
xxx
Heading to the courtyard for daily drills, her friend glanced at her.
"What exactly is His Highness involved in, Teela?"
Teela's head snapped to her before resuming straight ahead. "He's on Special Envoy."
"Bullshit."
Teela's gaze snapped back, slightly irritated. "Alright it's a little dangerous but he can handle it," she explained away, quick and tight lipped. "No more discussion on the matter," she declared, waving her arms.
Unconvinced, Gada squinted at her.
"She did what?" Duncan barked.
"Her powers have awakened. In self-defense she neutralized the witch and the cyborg," the Sorceress repeated. "At the conclusion of the battle she made inquiry of me, shocked at this newfound power."
He frowned. "What did you say?"
"I was not authorized by Greyskull to provide an explanation."
Frustrated with Greyskull's secretive ways, in exasperation he ran a hand down his face. "You realize that this is only the beginning, Lana," Duncan stated, stroking his mustache. "This was not supposed to happen until much later in life," he added, his chestnut gaze troubled.
"I do," the woman stood taking her teacup and saucer with her. Gazing out of the stony window she took a pensive sip. He watched her.
"This puts her at great risk."
"Indeed it does," she replied somberly, turning to him. "Our daughter now wears a target on her back, Farrell. And there is absolutely nothing we can do to change that fact."
They stared at one another in grave silence.
The next morning, the camp was ecstatic over the discovery of Shakra's return, the children especially grateful as she was hands down the best at bedtime stories.
"Thanks, Your Grace," Bow offered, Adam standing arms folded at the periphery near the tents. "The children will never forget you for this."
Adam gave a crooked smile. "I'm glad we could help."
Bow quirked a brow. "We?"
The Prince looked at him. "Couldn't have done it without He-Man, Lieutenant."
Realization dawning, he nodded. "Ahh. Yes."
He glanced about. "Where's Commander Glimmer?"
"Umm…I think she's in her quarters," Bow pointed. "Why?"
Unfolding his arms, Adam and Cringer turned. "I have an idea."
"For what?"
"For the next attack," the Eternian threw over his shoulder, his green and gold bobcat trailing him.
"Attack?" he repeated to himself.
xxx
Behind her wooden desk, Princess Glimmer shook her head. "Too risky."
"It's too risky not to attempt it," Adam replied.
"You're suggesting we steal one of their jets?" she stated incredulous.
Standing before her, he folded his arms. "Why not?"
"For one thing, no one knows how to fly. What would we do with it and do you realize how reckless that would be?"
"I'm a pilot. We can transport supplies, evacuate villagers, shoot down a patrol carrier or two…," he counted off.
"Hera, are you nuts?"
Adam shrugged. "There's a distinct possibility, yes."
The Princess gaped at him.
"The point is to keep The Horde off center and speculating over the notion of foreign assistance. It'll also boost overall morale," he explained. "It's feeling pretty damn hopeless on this planet and trust me; if I can sense it, then it's pretty bad."
She squinted at him, their gazes locked.
"I'll table it for now." She eyed him. "What happened between you and Guard Zephen last night?"
Looking her square in the eye he replied, "He tried some bullshit with me so I shut it down."
Glimmer blinked in confusion. "What did he do, exactly?"
"Criminal negligence concerning security protocol."
She frowned.
"He never gave me the camp's code-word, hence making it easier to justify shooting me in the dark," he explained straight faced.
Her eyes going round she gasped, his gaze pinning her own.
"It was intentional."
They held each other's gaze. "I see."
More staring.
"I will have to address that with him. He'll be removed from duty effective immediately," palming the table she stood taking a deep breath, "Meanwhile, you've got training to oversee."
He nodded. "Class begins in an hour."
She smiled.
-One Month Later -
At dawn, unsympathetic, Adam paced the front line of troops as they completed warm ups, Glimmer, Sea Hawk, and Bow watching in the distance, arms folded.
"He's a Master."
The two snapped their heads to Bow who met their curious expressions. He shrugged. "It's true, isn't it?"
"He's good, yes," Luna conceded, "But he seems a little angrier than usual these days," he scoffed.
Beginning with calisthenics, the Prince guided them through a succession of cardio and strength training exercises, after which he continued ongoing instruction in basic martial arts moves designed for hand-to-hand combat. Glimmer pursed her lips.
"Something's bothering him," she said before turning and ducking into the council tent.
The men exchanged confused glances, Luna particularly annoyed that his girlfriend would even be as familiar with this man as to sense his emotional turmoil.
xxx
-Later That Afternoon -
Adam stood before Glimmer in the Officer's Tent, Cringer on his haunches seated anxiously by his side.
"Why are you angry?"
"Unfortunately I'm always angry," he stated flatly.
"No," she replied her violet gaze narrowing. "It's more acute. Your aura is flickering as if distressed." She leaned in. "You're profoundly agitated over something."
Tearing his eyes from her, the cat's troubled golden gaze went back to his friend in worried anticipation.
After a few beats the Prince gave a deep sigh. "It's my sister," he finally replied.
"What happened?"
"She's been arrested," he said, clenching his jaw.
A gasp.
"And from what I understand, she's been held…for weeks," he added grimly, swallowing hard. "I'm devising a plan to get her out."
"Who informed you of this?"
"No one." He shrugged. "I just know."
Leaning back in her chair, the Princess put an arm over her chest, a hand to her chin. "Psychosomatic connection?"
He nodded.
"A characteristic of twins…," she trailed off.
Another nod.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"Not your problem."
"Of course it is," she countered rising from her chair and rounding the desk. She stopped in front of him. "We made a deal, Your Grace; your training and tactical insight in exchange for our aid in returning your sister to you. And I intend to keep that promise," she stated, her gaze narrowing in determination.
Adam stared down at her, a small smile forming across his lips. He suddenly sobered.
"It's a trap. You know that, right?"
Glimmer's eyes widened before narrowing once again. "Wouldn't be the first time Hordak acquainted us with his devious ways."
Another smile, this time the Princess joining in.
Quietly she stepped to him. Reaching up, she embraced him in friendship, he, surprised at first, hesitatingly returning it.
"Take your grubby Bright Moon hands off of him!" came a stern voice interrupting the moment causing them to release each other and whirl around.
An amused Queen Castaspella along with a fuming Sea Hawk stood at the entrance. The Queen approached.
"You know very well Princess that you're man-handling my future husband do you not?"
Glimmer snorted in jest. "You're way…and I mean way too old for him—"
Aghast, Casta's mouth fell open. "Fifty is the new Thirty, Pink-a-boo" she threw back, her chestnut gaze drifting back to the tall Blond. "You're how old again, Prince Adam?"
"Twenty-one."
"There, you see? Of legal age and of sound mind. And definitely body."
Adam's eyebrows flew up as Hawk approached.
"Commander, Queen Castaspella has news as well as a development from the Kingdom of Snows," he stated breaking the gaiety of the moment and eyeing the Prince suspiciously.
"Right," Glimmer replied tugging at her camouflaged t-shirt. Please have a seat," she gestured as all complied. "Someone get Bow for me!"
"Yes Sir," a guard bowed and darted out of the tent.
Adam held a seat for the Queen, she thanking him as she settled, he taking the one next to her, Cringer lying down, his head on his paws.
Bow emerged, Glimmer gesturing to a seat as they all quieted turning their attention to Casta.
"Comrades, my sources tell me that word of your successive victories over the last few weeks has begun to spread across the land building morale," Casta began. "Citizens are emboldened to fight back against Horde enforcement with many desiring to join the ranks of The Great Rebellion, as they are referring to it now."
Glimmer's mouth fell open, her surprised gaze snapping to Adam who returned a knowing glance.
Hawk frowned.
"Hope is returning with the real possibility of victory someday realized energizing the masses," the Queen continued, tossing a regrettable gaze at the Eternian Prince, "Especially…bolstered by the news that Force Captain Adora has been arrested and incarcerated for treason against Horde Prime."
Bow gasped as all eyes shot to Adam.
"You were right," the Princess stated in shock.
He gave a somber nod.
"Could it be another trap?" Hawk asked, "Or could Adora truly have had a change of heart?"
"It's both," the Prince replied as again, all eyes wide snapped to him. "I sense she's broken the witch's spell thus the reason for her incarceration. But Hordak's using her to bait me."
"Why?" Casta interjected worriedly.
"He wants me, too. He's wanted both of us since birth."
"Unreal," Bow murmured shaking his head as the tent slipped into pensive silence.
Adam's gaze shifted to the marksman. "Let's just say…there's something unusual about the two of us."
Silence as Casta cleared her throat shifting in her seat, Glimmer catching it.
"Additionally, this newfound hope has reached the Kingdom of Snows," she stated. "They want to extend a hand in alliance with The Rebellion to help drive the Horde off of this planet for good."
"Yeah but at what price?" Bow asked cynically.
"Yes, well they are known to be narcissists but with that said, it seems they have come to an agreement and settled the feudal differences between the ruling families, Castaspella replied. "They want to help."
"And Mystacore?" Hawk asked.
Offended, the Queen slowly met his gaze. "You have always had my help," she quipped. "No reason to doubt it now, Captain."
The Eternian Prince gave an amused side-eye as Glimmer cleared her throat.
"Are there pilots or aspiring pilots among the villagers?"
"Yes, darling," Casta replied having regained her composure. "Several elder statesmen left over from before the war. The farm work has kept them physically fit, and they've kept current on operating jet fighter controls from your mother's—" she cut herself off clearing her throat. "Your mother's former reign, darling," she stated tenderly.
"Yes."
Adam's gaze shifted to Glimmer. "Is your mother still alive?"
Glimmer's head snapped to him. "Umm…y-yes, she is."
He furrowed his brow. "Where is she?"
Brooding silence.
"She's a captive among the Harpies," the Princess finally replied, grim. "I was five years old when The Horde attacked and took over our lands. They ripped Mother from my grasp and…banished her there…," she choked off. "I…I don't know what kind of shape she's in but I do know from reports that she is still alive…but barely."
Adam stared at her, the tent once more silent. He folded his arms across his chest. "Then I say we steal a few jets and teach these motherfuckers a lesson."
Again, all heads snapped to him in confusion.
"Mother…what?" Hawk replied.
Cringer snorted.
*amateur