Demetri stood on the crest of the dune, the desert sun threw a million tiny rainbows into spectrum off of his face and hands- just like diamonds. Edward's borrowed cloak flapped noisily against his legs and back as he lowered the precision binoculars, his eyes were remarkable, even among vampires, but these binoculars were like nothing he'd ever seen. He handed them back to Demetri,
"Useful, your own make?" He asked the tracker.
"Yes" Demetri answered, holstering them on the strap that held tightly under his robe, so as not to shake to pieces if he needed to run.
The rough stone structure sixty miles into the distance was no more than a brown blur in the desert, and that's where they were aimed.
"Did she get the message?" The tracker asked, and his thoughts betrayed his motive, Aro still wants her to join them, after everything, the Volturi were arrogant enough to want their allegiance. Edward scowled at the Volturi guard's needling, as the wind blew fresh sand into his face, he didn't bother blinking, it melted from his eyes in seconds.
"Keep your mind where it matters, Tracker, you're not my friend, just a tool."
Demetri eyed him gently, and thought rather clearly I meant no offense by it, reader. It's always two missions with a Cullen.
Edward sighed, pulling out his phone crushing it in his fist, then leaned forward over the crest. He let gravity pull him into the slope of the sand before he moved, his right leg struck upward to his chest, and he said through a smirk "Try to keep up this time." His leg pushed down and met the sand, pushing hard into the dune. His foot sprayed up a cloud of sand, and the force from his push-off threw him forward, his left leg meeting the curve of the dune in turn, and he was gone. He scarcely heard the tracker's groan from behind him by the time he was airborne over the next dune.
He was supposed to be extending the laurel branch, the last thing they wanted was for the Volturi to see them as a group of separatists, nobody wanted to challenge their authority, just live free of their tyranny. Hopefully Bella understands the situation he's in, that he can't contact anyone directly, not with the tracker always in tow. Nothing works out like it's planned to... ever. Especially not with vampires.