Chapter 4: The Royal Child
Meisner watched over the sleeping child as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. The motel room was small but cozy, and he was just happy to be able to stretch his legs after having spent days in a car. They were safe, at least for now, far enough from the reaches of the Verrat and the Resistance alike. He had killed his co-pilot as soon as they landed in the right outside of Seattle. He did not even bother shielding Diana from his gruesome act. That child was capable of so much more than what he did to the fellow.
Meisner was surprised by how cooperative Diana had been in their journey together so far. She had clearly recognized him and trusted him straight away. She had yet to speak a single word to him, but she had appeared content on their long car rides south, through Nevada and the Arizona desert. She even flashed him a huge grin when he tucked her in bed last night. Another sip of whiskey and Meisner turned off the light. Tonight he needed a good night's sleep. Tomorrow they would slip into Mexico.