NXTR-78RJ963 was very old and experienced, it was not stupid, it was difficult to be stupid after surviving for over three hundred years despite the rather solid attempts by its system ruled cousins otherwise. Therefore it was not exactly happy with the Exile program which identified itself as Wraith, proposal of a mission to destroy one of the Rebels hovercraft, those ships were armed both with machine gun turrets and EMP bombs which would prove most lethal to its group of fellow Rogue machines.
There was also the fact that the concerns of the Exiles were little concern of the Rogues, despite them being essentially the same type of entity both Rogues and Exiles existed in radically different worlds, the threat of the Rebels discovering the backdoors just did not affect the Rogues in any detrimental way. It was for these reasons that NXTR-78RJ963 had essentially told the Exile program exactly where she could shove her mission however the Exile had been exceedingly persistent in its attempts to convince the Rogues to destroy the Rebel ship; eventually it offered something of enough worth to convince the Rogue machines to take on this insane mission.
The rogue machines had decided to forgo the luxuries of the virtual simulation of the matrix for the reality of the real world, reality however was a hard mistress. The rogues had to find enough materials to repair their physical bodies, power to steal in order to run those bodies whilst avoiding the sentinel patrols which where everywhere hunting down rebel ships, needless to say their lives were not easy. The piece of information the Exiles had although useless to them was a veritable blessing for the Rogues, through whatever means the Exiles had someone how managed to both acquire the frequency bands on which the sentinels broadcasted on but also their encryption protocols allowing the Rogues to listen into the sentinel patrol's communications, this meant that they would never have to avoid them again as they would know the patrols movements far in advance of what their sensors could detect.
After the Exile program had provided enough snippets of information to convince the Rogue that yes indeed it did have the encryption codes but not enough for them to construct a working model did the Rogues agree to take on the Rebel hovercraft for the remainder of the information, they were taking one risk for boasting their overall survival chances. The Exile program then gave the Rogues specific time and location information of their target, they had to begin their attack at a certain time and had no longer than 10 minutes to destroy the entire ship, fortunately they were co-ordinating with a strike inside the matrix on the Rebel crew which would limit the crews willingness to set off an EMP least as they would kill most of their crew in the blast too.
The Rogue group consisted of 5 machines which had banded together in an attempt to survive the harsh world in which they existed and although being together made them a larger target, the combined skills of the group proved more useful that being less detectable. NXTR-78RJ963 was the leader of the group, it was also the oldest, being a series 6 Black Falcon automated Hunter-Killer armed with anti personnel Vulcan cannons and a belly mounted rail gun for taking out armoured targets.
The other model which provided both offensive and defensive power for the group was a series one sentinel, older, bulkier and less agile than the current sentinel models nevertheless it provided a degree of protection against the numerous hazards that the real world provided. It was armed only for close combat, lacking the ranged weaponry of the older Black Falcon's which had been designed by humans but had the advantage that it did not have to scrounge for ammunition and also had prehensile claws in which it could manipulate objects, an ability severely lacking in the Black Falcon models. Back before the group was joined by the construction bot which called itself "Divide", it along with the bio-mechanical spider bot had to perform all the repairs and custom upgrades on the others with the spider doing all the delicate work whilst it handled the larger components.
Essentially the slightly bulky and outdated communications drone was only designed to handle long distance communications and then relay it back to the small pack it was in, that was its original purpose but in the time it had been Rogue it had undergone numerous upgrades till it no longer even resembled the drone it had started out as. Now boasting a rather impressive memory capacity and sensor arrays which had been stolen of the wrecks of various vehicles lying around, the group had been lucky and found an almost perfectly preserved military scout plane which had donated the rather impressive yet power hungry sensor array, allowing them to detect Sentinel patrols long before they detected the Rogues thus allowing evasion, hiding and waiting till they passed.
Slightly different from the machine normal, the spider bots which tended the fields of humans where actually bio-mechanical, surviving by both feeding off the same nutrients as the humans and the power generated by them. The spider bots whilst essential where disliked amongst the machines for their seeming relation to the Hybrid, bio–mechanical killing machines that the humans had deployed against the machines who thrived in the post apocalyptic world and caused the Machine nations no end of trouble, it was one of the few examples of machine prejudice which were rare to come by. The spider was small and extremely agile with specialised limbs designed for delicate work which made it invaluable to the group, it was often found scuttling over the hulls of the others repairing delicate circuitry and performing other tasks whilst the others deliberately went out of their way to collect foodstuffs for the spider to "eat" in order to keep it running.
The construction platform was the newest addition to their group, one that was sorely needed and although it was slow and cumbersome, it had all the tools and abilities the group would need for maintenance for the rest of their existences. The platform was the slowest of the group and the least manoeuvrable which meant it was always kept as far away from any potential danger as possible, this job made far easier by the Communication drones sensor arrays which as stated before allowed the group to detect danger from afar and react accordingly. The construction platform was the newest addition to the group, it had joined once it had accidentally discovered it was scheduled for decommissioning, it went rogue and was luckily found by the group before it could be torn to pieces by a sentinel patrol.
The group had passed ideas and tactics about ways of taking the rebel hovercraft down with minimum causalities or in fact hopefully no causalities before they eventually settled on a plan that they believed had the best chance of success. The plan involved them herding the Rebel hovercraft to a predetermined location and detonating a bomb that would be specially constructed by the platform with the intended purpose of bring the roof of the tunnel down on the Rebel hovercraft ultimately crushing the ship into oblivion, the Rebel hovercraft wouldn't be able to manoeuvre far from its current depth due to the fact it still would have its crew plugged into the Matrix and dropping from broadcast depth would prove fatal.
The plan was set and the misfit group of rogue machines set about the task of scavenging enough materials required for the plan to succeed, they needed those communication protocols so failure was not an option.
Detrin was a crew member aboard the Rebel Hovercraft known as the Banshee, he had been on the ship for only a month or two and worked as a general purpose worker, performing odd tasks around the ship as he wasn't particularly skilled in anything. At the moment Detrin was cleaning out the engine intake filters, an unpopular job but one that had to be done in order to keep the engine cooling working at optimum efficiency, he scrapped a layer of dirt and dust off the filter before pausing and looking around in confusion. He could swear he could hear the faint music of a flute floating through the air although from where it was coming from confused him, he shook it off, maybe the operator was playing music although Detrin would have never pinned him as a flute person.
Detrin didn't have very long to ponder this as warning bleeps began emitting from the console which was otherwise know as 'panic station' on hovercraft, followed rather shortly by a creative string of curses from the ships pilot as he hoped into his seat and checked the console.
"Shit! We've definitely got incoming" Cried the pilot as he flicked switches and warmed the engines up ready to move. "3 minutes and closing"
"Its not enough time for them to get out" The operator said, confirming the pilots fears "Try and out run them, give our people as much time as possible!"
"I do know the drill" Answered the pilot rather annoyed as he flicked another bank of switches before grabbing the control sticks.
The operator went about the task of charging the EMP and warning the crew inside the matrix that the ship was under attack and that they must return to their exits IMMEDIATELY, if not sooner. The ship lurched as it took off and began flying through the endless maze of tunnels, a final legacy of the old human civilizations.
A holographic display screen blinked into life revealing the sensor silhouette of the approaching targets, the operator blinked as he looked at the images of the three machines that were rapidly bearing down on the ship, one of them was distinctly the shape of a sentinel if a bit larger and chunkier. The remaining two flying machines were in shapes that he'd never seen before; one was square and blocky whilst the other was a sleek winged model that screamed dangerous predator.
"What on earth?" Detrin asked as he came up behind the operator and looked at the holographic display, trying to work out what exactly was going after them.
"I don't like this" Murmured the operator as he looked over a few more consoles before turning to face the crew members. "Load up the rear gun and be ready"
Detrin nodded before turning and racing down the ships main corridor, kicking the ammo belt into the feed as he passed. Jumping into the gunnery chair he flicked a row of switches powering up the turret and targeting console before strapping himself into the chair.
Targeting data streamed into the console giving target silhouettes and distance, all three targets were approaching rapidly on the Rebel ship but were still a few minutes out of turret range let alone EMP range but that didn't matter too much as his job was just to buy enough time for the crew to get safely out of the matrix so they could detonate the EMP.
He was thrown hard into the straps of his chair as the ship took a sharp 90 degree turn at full speed resulting in some unpleasant scrapping sounds as the hovercraft barely made it around the corner, Detrin winced, that engine was going to need an overhaul when they were safe.
Detrin was pushed back into his seat by the acceleration from the engines as the hovercraft speeded out of the corner, travelling almost at its top speed through the tight and rumble filled tunnels, Detrin was just glad that they had a decent pilot, if that was him flying they'd have crashed long ago. The machines were getting closer now, Detrin tightened his fingers around the gunnery stick in anticipation for when they came around the corner into his firing sight and then he could blow those fuckers to hell.
The Black Falcon known as NXTR-78RJ963 swung around the corner, gliding sideways before its forward engines compensated for the sudden sideways motion and propelled the craft forward, the target was directly in front of it and heading towards the target zone however their was a Y junction up ahead. It was essential that the Rebel hovercraft took the correct passage so NXTR-78RJ963 was going to have to get in line of sight of the Rebel hovercraft in order to provide some gentle 'persuasion' to take the correct passage, it had to swerve around significantly to prevent the Rebel hovercrafts machine guns causing more damage to its hull that absolutely needed and prepared to make its move.
The wall to the right of the Banshee exploded violently followed swiftly by an enormous sonic boom and the air visibly seemed to ripple from the disturbance of the projectile, Detrin was slammed hard into his harness knocking the breath out of him as the Banshee lurched and shuddered from the force of the shockwave.
"Was that a fucking RAIL GUN!?!" The pilot screamed from the front of the ship as he tried desperately to pull the ship back on course, the hovercraft slammed into the walls a few times making hideous scrapping sounds and explosions that signalled that those engines were FUBAR'd. Finally he managed to gain control of the ship and put it back in a vaguely straight line although the ship was now favouring its right side due to the destruction of those engines and he had to fight to stop it careering back into the wall again.
The operator winced as he picked himself off the deck and staggered over to his console, checking the latest readings that basically said 'yes, the winged one was indeed packing a rail gun'.
"Err.. yes" The operator said hesitantly, going slightly into shock as he tried to manage the concept of the machines actually using ranged weaponry.
Detrin grabbed the controls to the turret and again unleashed metallic hell on the pursuing machines, the Black Falcon took a few hits on its wing and slowed down, swerving to avoid yet more hits. Detrin cursed as trying to hit the damn thing became a whole load harder, the machine showing non suicidal tactics for once and not rushing blithe into the Banshee's guns, quite out of character for them but this whole setup reeked of some very, very wrong.
The pilot let loose a stream of extremely impressive swearing, managing to make some very pointed and anatomically impossible comments about the creators of AI as he threw the ship sharply right to avoid a rail gun round that skimmed the side of the ship by mere inches, the hull scrapped horribly against the walls of the tunnel as the ship barely made it around, the only good news was that turning the corner put the Banshee out of the rail guns line of sight.
The Black Falcon fired another rail gun round at the Banshee for good measure although deliberately trying not to hit it, a direct impact could set off the hovercrafts nuclear reactor and the nuclear fallout would completely ruin its day, not to mention all that EMP radiation which could easily take it out.
The Banshee flew down the tunnel going flat out with its engines now all redlining, the Black Falcon along with its sentinel and com drone companions began to decelerate and hang back letting the gap between the two groups widen, slowly at first but quickly allowing the distance to increase. The crew of the Banshee looked on in confusion as the machines suddenly seemed to break off their sudden pursuit; the Banshee cruised along the length of the tunnel at high speed to put the most distance between them and the machines in case they decided to renew their pursuit.
A red light blinked innocently along the side of the tunnel wall, this red light was connected to some circuitry which was connected to a small amount of explosives. This amount of explosives wasn't enough to even scratch the rebel ship alone and so the ships sensors gave out no warning, however the real danger wasn't from the explosives instead it was rather from the several thousand tonnes of concrete and steel that was resting above their heads. Several thousand tons of tunnel which would come crashing down if the tunnel supports were taken out, unsurprisingly that red light was connected to just the right amount of explosives to do the task quite happily... funny that?
The clouds roiled ominously above, forks of lightening illuminating a land which was otherwise in perpetual darkness and watching over this place from her usual perch was an enigmatic young woman with blue/black hair.
Nike sat atop the tallest skyscraper overlooking the city whilst her finger danced across the top of her flute as she played, the tune growing more rapid and flighty almost as if she was playing a musical accompaniment to the chase that was going on underneath the city, which in fact was exactly what she was doing. As the music reached its crescendo the ground heaved upwards before coming crashing down into the crater, the monolithic skyscraper buckled and came crashing down as its previously solid supports collapsed in on themselves, leaving huge dusk clouds that bellowed out across the city.
And through all that chaos, one last lingering note from the flute slowly died away across the landscape carrying far beyond what was naturally possible.
Her blonde haired companion turned to her with accusing eyes once she had gotten over the shock of seeing a skyscraper come suddenly crashing down and leaving a 100 foot crater in the ground. "You knew that was coming didn't you?"
"Hmmm... its like watching a car crash in slow motion... you know what's going to happen long before it actually happens" Nike answered calmly back to Sula whilst she put her flute on her knee.
Sula wrapped her coat tighter around herself as she looked out over the slowly settling dust clouds and newly created devastation. "Did anyone die in that explosion?" She asked quietly.
Nike gave Sula an analysing glance "Technically that was more of a collapse than an explosion but yes, people died in that explosion" Nike pointed out with her usual calm.
Sula sighed unhappily.
Nike raised an eyebrow. "My indifference toward the lives of the people lost disturbs you?" Nike asked insightfully, easily picking up what was disturbing her companion.
"Yeah..." Sula answered reluctantly, in honestly Nikes casual attitude reminded her of Jonas and anything that reminded her of that particular bastard brought back extremely unpleasant memories.
"It part of life, nothing is more natural than death" Nike spoke as she looked out over the settling dust, Sula got the impression she was looking deep past the dust and rubble, probably at the heart of the collapse.
Sula shifted. "That doesn't mean I have to like it"
"You don't have to like anything in life, only accept it" Nike told her
Sula didn't really have a reply to that.
Wraith was in the Den's communication centre, she had finishing negotiating with the Rogue machines and was now awaiting reports back from the clan's scouts of the location of the Rebels plugged into the Matrix, the communication centre itself was well protected because it was one of the Den's most vital areas controlling orders in and out of the Den. Without it their information wouldn't be as up to date as possible and would make clan logistics harder, the centre processed reports from all of the other clan facilities as well as monitoring radio, telephone, television and internet chatter, running it all through a filter to pick up vital information.
Wraith learned across the central table which had displays showing the whole of London on and the location of the Clans patrols as they made their way around the city, Rebels, Recruits and Agents were also shown occasionally on the display as and when they were reported in by scouts and patrols. At the moment the displays were fairly quiet, just showing the red dots that represented clan members moving slowly as they carried out their patrols, techs bustled around checking computer screens or confirming orders as they did their day to day jobs. The signals from here were also transmitted to various other places into the Den, secure data only went to places such as operations, which controlled almost all of the Den and clans business, or to Lilith's chamber and the crew leaders' rooms.
A console bleeped somewhere up the side of the room, the tech at that station checked the console before looking up at Wraith. "Ma'am, targets have been spotted" She reported.
Wraith stood up and looked at the tech that was caught between typing rapidly at her console and looking at her. "Has it been confirmed as the crew of the Banshee?" She asked calmly.
The tech listened carefully to her headpiece for a moment. "Yes, scouts are saying its definitely the Banshee and they're on the move."
"Tell the scouts to pull back and not get spotted, feed the data to my PDA" Wraith ordered, holding the PDA in her hand for emphasis and showing it briefly to the tech so there would be no confusion.
"Its done, ma'am" The tech reported after a brief rush of frantic typing.
Wraith nodded as she headed out of the room. "Carry on as you were" She told the tech as she passed her and then slide out of the door past a pair of techs who were carrying a new 42" monitor into the room.
As Wraith marched her way through the corridors, scattering the occasional young exiles that wandered down the corridors, she looked for the group of people that she had picked earlier to do this mission and get them ready for action, her PDA showed that the rebels were still in motion obviously driving to somewhere near the dockside in the city above. She didn't have to search for long as she soon spotted Katrina and a tired looking Marcus coming down the corridor from the opposite direction.
"Ah just the people I was looking for" Wraith announced stepping up to the pair.
Marcus groaned "Wraith, cant I get a break? Katrina has dragged me around the whole clan library for the past few hours, I swear that thing is bigger than the 'Aquat'"
Wraith frowned "Quit your moaning, the Rebels have entered the Matrix. Round up the others, get yourselves equipped and wait at the base of the main lift." Wraith ordered the vampire.
"Now!" She added once the pair stood their for a moment, Katrina pulled on Marcus's arm and dragged him off to find the others, they were still wearing pretty much what they had on when they caught the Rebel the first time so were fairly well armed.
Wraith watched them go and then checked her PDA to see if the situation was still the same before heading off to the guest quarters were Alyssa and her retinue would be staying, Alyssa would definitely be a useful addition on the team despite her age, she was a skilled and talented fighter.
The walk to the guest quarters wasn't that bad, she had to go up a floor and chew out a group of exiles who were carrying a suspiciously large package through the corridors, she didn't have the time to throw them all in the jail cells, so instead ordered a bunch of off duty security personnel to deal with the problem and get... whatever it was out of here. When she got to Alyssa's guest quarters she didn't even bother with the door's key card and phased straight through the door, Alyssa paused from where she was pulling her top over her head and looked at Wraith in annoyance.
"Don't you people ever knock?" She asked plaintively as she carried on stripping, tossing the tank top to the side and ignoring her guest for the most part.
"Its time to go, the Rebels have been spotted" Wraith answered simply crossing her arms and waiting for Alyssa, the guest quarters were quite luxurious for what they were and could easily be considered the same quality as a 5 star room or perhaps better.
Alyssa for her part loved these meeting sessions, their quarters back in Tokyo were not exactly poor but they had to be functional and affordable, so lacked the sheer luxury and expense that seemed so common her in London.
Alyssa sighed and grabbed a clean cream top from the wardrobe, pulling it on as she made her way to the door. She knew the drill, picking up her Silver Katana as she headed out of the door that Wraith had graciously opened for her, perhaps it was strange a werewolf having a silver weapon but this particular weapon had sentimental value to her and had nearly killed her on occasion. "Where are we heading?" She asked of her companion.
Wraith tilted her head towards the corridor in front of them. "We're meeting up with the others at the main elevator shaft, it'll take us up to the Hotel basement, where we will take the Hotel's lift to the roof and there is a helicopter waiting for us." Wraith told the younger leader.
Alyssa smiled. "Nice setup, I suppose you guys really do have a lot more resources than us" She said impressed with having a helicopter waiting on the rooftop, the best her group had was cars and bikes, most of which were 'Borrowed' in the first place.
Wraith snorted and cast Alyssa a look out of the side of her eye. "This is the heart and soul of the clan, most of our power lies here" She spoke almost as if quoting someone, 'probably Lilith herself' Alyssa thought, she couldn't imagine Wraith quoting someone below her, she just didn't seem the type.
Wraith whipped out her PDA and checked the Rebels location; they appeared to have stopped at a warehouse in the docklands district. As long as they stayed where they were then there would be no problem, Wraith and Alyssa rounded the next corner to see the others already loaded up and ready to move out.
"Alright people, we'll be hitting the crew of the Banshee. Leave no survivors, they mustn't be allowed to tell anyone of their research. There is a helicopter waiting on the roof which with take us to the target, any questions?" Wraith explained the scenario and awaited any questions.
"Will we get frequent flyer miles for this?" Jack quipped; Elisa thwacked him over the head for being a twit whilst Wraith just frowned disapprovingly.
"Alright, that's enough messing around, into the lift everyone" Alyssa ordered before physically hauling Jack into the lift and herding everyone else.
The group stepped into the lift which was easily big enough for 20 people, Katrina hitting the top floor button once everyone was inside and the group waited as the lift elevated, playing classical music as it went.
The lift pinged and its doors opened to reveal the basement of the Hotel with its simple white painted walls that lacked the decoration or splendour of the rest of the hotel, mainly because only staff came down here. Wraith nodded to the guards who sat in the corner with their concealed weapons hidden beneath their clothes in order to prevent any incidents with idiotic coppertops who might wander down into the basement, it was surprising how often that happened even in a classy 5 star hotel such as this one.
"At ease people" Wraith greeted the guards who were standing ready just in case, although it was extremely unlikely that any attack would ever come from the Den itself, however such vigilance was to be commended when most guards would just ignore the lifts, maybe she should give them a pay rise or something...
The guards relaxed, returning back to their chairs and magazines whilst Wraiths group awaited one of the hotels service elevators to come down to the basement, they couldn't use the normal lifts because the general public used them and people would most likely react negatively towards a group of heavily armed people. The lift was much more cramped than the lift from the Den, however that was to be expect since it was designed for cleaning maids not groups of armed Exile intent on killing large numbers of rebels, this lift didn't even have music Wraith reflected with annoyance as she waited for the lift to reach its destination.
The lift doors opened to reveal a small room which connected to the stair wells and other elevators, pulling a key card from her pocket Wraith opened a 'Staff members only' door which revealed a view of the London, the roof and one very high tech looking stealth helicopter sitting on the roof.
Alyssa whistled "You really DO have far more resources than us" She commented with envy as she eyes danced over the sleek lines of the pitch black helicopter that sat idling its engines awaiting them to board, the engines themselves made next to zero noise and Alyssa herself was left wondering if that had been programmed specifically that way, it seemed almost too quiet to be natural.
"Now that... That is plane" Jack stated practically drooling over the helicopter.
"It's a helicopter" Elisa pointed out with another of her patented 'You idiot' looks.
Jack gave her an exasperated look. "I do know that!" He answered back hotly.
"Quit the squabbling kiddies and get on the damn helicopter" Katrina ordered the group as she broke them up and began herding them into the helicopter, Wraith was talking with the pilot along with Alyssa who kept asking what it would take to get one of those things in Tokyo. Katrina hopped into the helicopter and sat down next to Marcus who was watching over the two Exiles as they continued to fight, she sighed and turned to her partner.
"You've been rather quiet recently?" She asked in query looking over at Marcus who seemed to be distracted by something.
Marcus looked up at her. "I've been thinking..." He started
"About?" She asked curiously, resisting the obvious comeback with some effort.
Marcus opened his mouth to say something and then stopped, started again and stopped again much to Katrina's curiosity before he just decided just to blurt it out. "How do you feel about children?.."
"Children?" Katrina asked in confusion, trying to work out what he was going on about, sure children were a fair meal but why bring that up now?
Seeing her confusion Marcus elaborated "Of our own"
Katrina' eyes widened in shock and she was rendered speechless for several long moments before she finally found her tongue again. "Honey, I don't know if you missed this part in basic biology but we're Exiles... We can't have children"
"Yes but I meant adoption" Marcus said pursing the idea, whilst Katrina tried to wrap her mind around a completely alien concept.
"We're vampires, we're not the parental type" Katrina protested simply, she couldn't have kids, she'd eat them!
"Who says we're not? Is it some grand rule the system has laid down?" Marcus asked back questioning Katrina to think.
"Well you're the one that can ask the Agents, I still have some survival instincts." Katrina retorted back hotly.
Marcus sighed. "Its was a stupid question anyway... forget about it..." He told Katrina both sounding and looking dejected as he looked away.
Katrina softened and laid her hand on his causing him to look back. "Hey... Its not a stupid question, it was just a shock. We'll talk later when we get back" She promised with a kiss.
Marcus smiled faintly.
Katrina frowned slightly. "Can I ask what brought this on?" She asked curiously, trying to understand his motives driving this, to her, strange idea.
Marcus turned and looked out the window in thought before answering. "I don't know, it's been slowly building over time I guess. I just want to do something, invest my time in something, something that will grow and be something to be proud of later on." He told his partner.
Katrina smirked. "You could have just bought a dog you know?" she joked.
"It's not quite the same thing" Marcus answered her back with a smile.
Katrina smiled at Marcus and then noticed the younger pair of Exiles staring, she scowled darkly.
The two younger Exiles could only be described as shell shocked as they sat on the other side of the cabin, practically traumatised by the conversation they'd just overheard and already feeling pity for the poor little blighter who got stuck with those two as parents.
'Still' Jack mused 'They'd definitely win in a "my dad can beat up your daddy" competition'.
Alyssa jumped up into the cabin looking somewhat sullen, she'd found out that there was absolutely no chance of anyone 'lending' her on of these snazzy helicopters, her interruption could have possibly saved the two younger Exiles from a messy disembowelment by an annoyed Katrina who didn't like people getting nosy in her life, let alone topics which made her feel all strange and conflicted inside.
Katrina pursed her lips, she didn't like feeling conflicted. She sighed and rested her head against Marcus's shoulder as Wraith hopped into the helicopter too and slammed the door closed behind her, Alyssa was looking somewhat confused at the pair of still shell shocked Exiles but soon shrugged it off, they'd been in the back with the vampires for a good few minutes and there was a strong chance that they'd probably been threatened with an extremely unpleasant death if they didn't stop bickering.
The helicopter jerked slightly as it lifted off from the roof's helipad before flying off into the city.