She meant fly literally.
After securing a biometric lock, which she also set to open for Eric, the old fashioned deadbolt and a truly ancient iron padlock, Pam turned and winked at him before launching herself skyward. In the blink of an eye, Eric followed suit. He kept a close eye on her as they cut through the night air. Flight hadn't been in her repertoire when he'd left. He was a bit surprised to find that she had not only acquired the talent but also considerable skill in the air at some point while he was gone. She glanced a question over at him when he caught up to her that he didn't answer. Oklahoma's version of flying was a hovercar.
Pam seemed to take his silence as a challenge. Dipping her head into the wind, she put on an impressive burst of speed that wasn't quite enough to leave him in the proverbial dust. Eric grinned and put on his own burst of speed. He wasn't that easy to get rid of. She should know that.
Catching her was easy. Passing her proved to take more effort. He laughed aloud as he managed it. Pam didn't. Sooner than he gave her credit for, she surged passed him, sticking her tongue out at him as she swept by. Eric roared past her roaring with laughter. It had been centuries since he had felt this...free.
They continued leapfrogging each other all the way to the outskirts of New Orleans. Pam signalled they should land on a thin strip of land between a large and a very large lake. They made easy targets if anyone was watching. Of course the size of the lakes would stretch even a vampire's capabilities. To get closer, the watcher would have to been a shifter playing gator. He doubted any would bother but still felt exposed and the single structure in sight wouldn't offer much cover. In better days it might have been a hunting stand or an outhouse. Still, Pam excelled at hiding things in plain sight.
"You moved the Area 1 headquarters out of the City?" he asked as his feet returned to earth.
"No, we are to much of a tourist draw, the City Council would never permit it," she said producing a brush from somewhere and pulling it through her windswept hair. "I thought we ought to discuss strategy while we still had time to do so."
Eric nodded, mostly to disguise the proud smile that flashed across his face.
"Bill is expecting me as is anyone who may have listened to the conversation," she began. "Unless they are family no one is expecting you to be here."
"Family or working for Oklahoma or Nevada," he amended taking the brush from her and applying it to his own hair.
"Fair enough," Pam agreed. "My point is that no one expects you to be here. We should take advantage of that."
"I'm listening," he told her wanting to see if her train of thought would arrive the same place his had.
"I think you should have a look around while you're still an anonymous vampire newly arrived in New Orleans and waiting to present yourself to the Sheriff," she told him echoing his own thoughts.
"I don't know the situation on the ground here," he pointed out. "I could cause more harm than good even if I knew where to start."
"Coy has never suited you," Pam smirked then turned serious. "If you were sending me out, I'd start at the safe house where the fae is which is probably the Ursuline convent. Sam, and Amalie if she's awake, can probably point you to where the attack tok place and maybe where the attacker was spending his days if you can get them to share the information."
"I'm sure I can manage to wheedle some information out of them," Eric responded.
"I'm not," Pam smirked again. "But then I know them."
She couldn't have picked a better way to insure he got every iota of information available from the witnesses and following the stranger's footprints if she'd tried. Eric smiled to himself. He couldn't be prouder of her.