Path Of The Forgotten Chapter 2: Words From The Top
"What th-", Éclair's voice shouted as she spun to face her.
"I told you," she repeated calmly. "I have it under control."
Lumiere walked casually toward her from behind the fuming Éclair. Her small stature by no means diminished her presence. Her violet eyes gleamed with approval.
"That was very creative Eclipse," so spoke softly to her. "I had no idea that you could move so quickly and efficiently. It was very impressive."
"Impressive? Impressive? Who are we kidding? She could have at least told us we were decoys? I can't believe you are congratulating her!"
"Calm down Éclair. It wasn't like I planned this. It was a spur of the moment idea since you seemed to be having so much trouble with the guards."
Éclair turned away scowling, diverting her eyes to the Prime Minister's quarters. There was no expression on her face as her cold gold eyes viewed the corpse. She wondered if seeing the dead ever had an effect on Éclair anymore, it seemed like so long ago that she felt anything toward anyone. Even toward her best friend, Lumiere, she was always distant, so she wondered if she would ever even regard her as a partner. She had to admit, this constant bickering was grating on her nerves.
"Really Éclair," Lumiere soothed. "Even you have to admit that this operation did flow smoothly even if we weren't included the entirety of its execution."
Éclair's head turned toward Lumiere, her eyes regarding her carefully. Almost reluctantly, she silently agreed to accept what had happened. She was thankful that Lumiere was there to calm Éclair down, otherwise, well; she really didn't want to think about it.
"Well, ladies," she spoke softly. "I highly suggest that we depart. If we are caught here, or worse, identified, we could risk the entire TACT organization. Shall we?"
"Fine," Éclair agreed, in a slightly nicer tone. "But how? It isn't like we have a whole lot of options."
"Actually," Lumiere's chipper voice piped. "We do. Up that stairwell, the computer system was quite helpful and provided us with several clear escape paths."
"Well good, I can't stand this place anymore."
The small aircraft hummed as its engine came to life. Lumiere sat quietly in the front seat, humming to herself. Éclair toggled several switches and the small craft lifted off the ground, and sped out of the dock. They were lucky to be leaving so quickly, if they had waited any longer, security would have locked down on any departing aircraft for possible suspects.
As with most space travel, it took more than enough time. She leaned her blonde head against the wall deciding it was a good opportunity to catch some sleep. Unfortunately, she could still hear the bickering in the front seat.
"I told you this wasn't a good idea!"
"We didn't have a choice Éclair, this mission was assigned to us."
"But I don't like the looks of that last transmission from the port, it sounded like they suspected us. 'Leaving so soon? We've never seen anyone unload cargo that quickly.' That doesn't exactly sound trusting."
"No one trusts anyone anymore; it's a fact of life. I wouldn't worry."
"If TACT figures out that they discovered us…"
"Eclipse can handle it."
"Oh? Like she handled the mission?"
"She handled it very well, she wasn't seen at all, and she cannot be blamed. We very well could have missed one person, and now they know who we are. It's very possible."
"I know I killed everyone in that hell-hole."
"You can never be sure…"
The loud beeping of the com-link sounded over their voices. She sprang up, fully awake and grabbed the com-link. It buzzed to life in her hand, a harsh, familiar voice blasting through the air-waves.
"White Sable, come in White Sable. This is Crimson Hawk."
"This is White Sable. We read you Crimson Hawk."
"Eclipse?"
"Yes sir."
"Good work today. I received word of the success just now. I wish to congratulate all three of you on an outstanding performance."
"Thank you sir. We are always glad when our work is appreciated."
"Now, there is one small problem."
"What would that be sir?"
"Well, we both know that missions don't always go as planned."
There was a long silence as Éclair and Lumiere exchanged worried glances with her. She shook her head not knowing what to say.
"And with that being said, there are some missions that go perfectly. Like yours for example."
Lumiere let out a sigh, Éclair's head turned back to steering.
"And since your was absolutely flawless, some one has requested your services. Personally..."
"Do you mean to say- if I understand you correctly sir- that someone has requested us to be their own personal assassins?"
"Well, not exactly. You see, this person I speak of is a high ranking member of TACT. They feel that your services would be much better used on more important assignments."
"I…I don't quite understand, we don't work for TACT…."
"But you do now, once you're in, you're in so to speak. It would be wisest to accept this person's gracious invitation. Crimson Hawk over and out."
She stared down at the small com-link it the signal faded. Lumiere rose gracefully and seated herself next to her. Éclair showed no expression on her angry face.
"I guess," Lumiere whispered. "We'll just have to go see what this person wants. It is only polite after all."
"Yes," she mumbled, uneasiness rising in her chest. "I suppose we will."
Destiny's Quill- I apologize for the long time this update took. Thank you for all the reviews, but could you please be a little clearer, some of them are hard to understand. Your suggestions are appreciated, but they only help me if I can understand them.
Disclaimer- I do not own Kiddy Grade, but I do wish I owned some of their outfits….