Chapter 163: Angel With Broken Wings.
Angel panted hard as she ran, she had been putting in the miles at a steady pace since the encounter with the Free People's hunter team.
While she was still determined to carry out her mission she was also not a fool.
She knew that the Minutemen would now be on high alert and would most likely move their officers and commanders into hiding to prevent further attack.
Adding to this little fact was that she had this mixed Free Peoples hunter team on her ass and she had no delusions that they would be giving up simply because they had lost sight of her for the moment, this mission truly had the hallmarks of something that could elevate her to legendary status within the Enclave.
If she could pull this off and not only hit every one of the targets assigned to her but also evade the Free Peoples while also making it out alive she would have a level of prestige the likes of which were unheard of among the ranks.
She would become a symbol to all of them of what could be achieved and that the likes of the Free Peoples were as mortal as everyone else.
There was a lot riding on her success here and she could not afford to fail, she would not let her people down.
Seeing an opportunity to stop and rest up for a little bit in the form of an abandoned factory along the road Angel decided to take it.
Activating the cloaking systems of her armour she moved slowly and quietly around the perimeter of the small factory which looked like it used to manufacture carpets and various fabric products.
The place looked to be pretty deserted with only a few insects milling about feeding on the overgrown fungus and plants that surrounded the place.
So deciding to leave them be rather than leave a load of telltale dead bodies lying around Angel slipped silently past them and into the main building through an open window on the second floor which thanks to a small roof overhanging the main door was easily within her reach.
The window led onto a small and narrow catwalk that ran around the upper floor where what appeared to be the management offices and admin areas were located, high above the once bustling factory floor.
After testing the strength of the somewhat rusted metal catwalks, Angel slowly made her way towards the office area where she intended to rest up and collect herself, while also planning her next move.
The office itself was pretty spartan but thankfully spacious enough for her to set up and there was even a surprisingly intact and rather comfy looking leather couch that she could use as a make-shift bed.
Given that she had lost the vast majority of her equipment in the fight with the Free Peoples this was something she was rather glad of as it sure as hell beat laying on the damn floor.
She knew that running on her beltkit was not the key to long-term survival in the field and despite having committed the vast majority of her targets to memory along with their whereabouts she was still going to need supplies in order to complete her mission.
Thankfully the modified Enclave-issued Pipboy that was built into her suit was still intact so she at least had access to the maps she had scanned into it which would help her not only navigate onto her remaining targets but also identify and potentially lay up positions and resupply points along her route.
Speaking of which her growling stomach reminded her that it had been quite a while since she'd actually had anything to eat since the whole firefight debacle.
Dropping her ass onto the sofa she began digging around in her pouches until she found one of her emergency ration packs and she tore it open to reveal the very unappealing dried ration bar.
It was like cardboard and wall insulation had a baby and then someone decided that it was edible, but it would keep you alive in a pinch.
Alive yes, sane and satisfied, not so much.
As she sat crunching her way through pseudo-insulation-flavoured brick Angel brought up the map she had scanned into her Pipboy on the screen which was now active again as she removed her mask to eat.
Thankfully the device was able to use its satalite connection to work out where exactly she was on the map and she could cross reference this with her next target to plot a route.
Along that route, she saw what could be two potential resupply points.
One was an old abandoned army base which would most likely have both equipment and potentially old food she could use especially given that old-world food was both blasted with radiation and pumped so full of preservatives that it would most likely outlive humanity as a whole.
However that all depended on if the place had been picked clean or not.
Thankfully most military-grade installations had pretty good defences which were designed to stay operational even in the loss of the entire personnel of the base.
This was usually more than enough to deter the average Raider or scavenger from going anywhere near them, especially after they saw a few of their bolder buddies getting their arse cheeks surgically detached and sent on a one-way trip into orbit by either an Assaultron or a Sentry bot.
Such defences were not much of a worry to her however as not only had she been trained on how to bypass them but also reprogram them to aid her which could be a useful little trap to lay in the path of her pursuers come to think of it.
The other alternative site was what appeared to be a settlement and given its proximity to her target's location it was most likely under Minutemen's jurisdiction and protection.
This meant it was most likely rather heavily guarded and protected but would almost certainly have a supply of fresh food, water and other necessities that she could use.
The potential settlement was most obviously the softer of the two targets what with having a predominantly civilian populace to deal with but there was a very distinct risk what with its proximity to her target, that any kind of alarm being raised could cause her target to flee.
That was of course assuming that they were still there to begin with.
She knew she was making rather a lot of assumptions here and that was risky but it was not like she could really do anything else other than call in for extraction she was fresh out of options.
In her opinion calling in and getting pulled out was simply not an option here as despite the damage she had already inflicted she had not hit all the targets assigned to her, which would classify this mission as a failure.
The Enclave did not tolerate failure and neither did Angel.
At the very least even if her target was not present at the location there would be intel either in the physical or the biological form that knew where he had gone.
The biological form is people and with the right kind of persuasion, a person would tell you anything you wanted to know, though they would also tell you anything you wanted to hear just to make the fucking pain stop too.
So extracting intel that could be trusted from people was something of an art form as a lot of the time it was the implied threat of torture and pain that was far more effective over the pain itself when getting the answers you needed.
So Angel decided rather than run the risk of alerting the Minutemen to her presence ahead of time she would attempt a resupply at the abandoned military base and she would see what she could scrounge up there.
At the very least there should be some replacement equipment and possibly weapons she could put to good use, with some luck she might even be able to turn the place to her favour and use it against her pursuers and possibly even the Minutemen, maybe even both if she was fortunate.
As she chewed on the vile ration bar like she was trying to chew a curbstone Angel thought back to the firefight with the Free Peoples.
The team she had encountered were blatantly a mixture of Brotherhood soldiers and Avians along with what appeared to be a giant spider centaur.
The spider had saved the Avians from falling to their deaths when she'd shot them out of the sky and had provided them cover when they were on the ground.
That gun she had been wielding was not like anything she had ever seen before, it was like some shotgun minigun that could send an absolutely obscene amount of lead down range when it was spun up as was evident by the fact that it had positively chewed its way through railcars because of the sheer amount of strikes that were hitting the sheet steel.
That spider centaur was essentially like them having a living tank on the field that was capable of not only jumping but also manoeuvring on just about any surface while also spraying its target with heavy gunfire.
This meant that in any future battle, she may have with them she would have to make it something of a priority to attempt to either cripple or kill that thing altogether.
The more Angel thought about it the more she couldn't help but be impressed at how the Free Peoples not only convinced all these freaks of nature to fight for them but also how well they put their obvious strengths to such good use.
Employing that Spider centaur in such a way as she laid down trip wires to alert them that danger was close and where it was coming from was a stroke of tactical genius on the part of the hunters as it not only allowed them to get the drop on her, but it also had the added benefit of slowing her down as she tried to fight her way through the annoyingly strong and sticky threads.
Then there was the Avians acting as arieal scouts, circling high above her head in the dark skies as well as being perched high up on buildings making them hard to see.
But it was obvious to her that they had no such problem spotting her at those distances even in the darkness of night but at least they were grounded now thanks to her making short work of them.
The thing that truly worried her the most was those Brotherhood soldiers.
They were like no other Brotherhood soldier she had ever encountered before.
Most average Brotherhood soldiers were pretty much on par with the Enclave's own foot soldiers.
Grunts simply got told where to go and when to go there and were not exactly prized for their intuition or initiative.
But those that rose through the ranks of both organisations usually stood apart from their comrades and things like Power Armour were the hallmarks of such soldiers as with supplies of the things being somewhat limited neither organisation could afford to hand them out wholesale to anyone that got either drafted or joined up of their own free will.
For the most part, neither organisation would bloody well trust the average grunt with a suit of Power armour either way as it would be like giving a hand grenade to a toddler.
You know it's going to go boom the question is simply when.
But there were very distinct differences here between these soldiers and the usual Power Armoured goons that the Brotherhood deployed into battle.
It was obvious not only by the quality of their gear but by the way they moved and attacked that these guys were some kind of special forces within the organisation.
Then there were the modifications to their gear that set them apart also.
Never before had she encountered modifications that allowed them to resist her Pschycokinisis but whatever these guys had built into their armour had managed just that.
This meant that she would have to adapt her game plan when it came to attacking them because if they were able to resist her power outright she would have to figure out a way to use it that they would not be able to resist.
But for now, she was going to have to rest up and sort herself out, she had a long way to go and a lot of work to do, this was far from over and she was going to make these Free Peoples bastards fight for every inch they gained on her but in the end, she was determined, she would not lose not to them or anyone else.
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"Rat bastard assassin really does number on our armour boss, we must make proper repairs or next fight we have chances are we will lose," Ivan said as he looked at the readout from his onboard computer through his HUD.
Sasha looked at his own readouts and there were a lot more red components than he would have ever liked to see on a suit that any of his people were wearing let alone himself.
"Agreed, as much hate as I have for it, we must find a place to make proper repairs, rushing into this in desperation to catch up to rat bastard will only get us killed," Sasha agreed.
"I think I know of a place that you might be able to use," the Railroad heavy-called Racer said suddenly from behind them and they both glanced back at her.
"Explain," Sasha said curiously.
"Well, there was a place not far from here that the Synths took over to use as a staging area and by Synths I mean the bad kind, the lights and clockwork variety, not the good kind, well anyway when we cleared them out of there they left a lot of Institute shit behind, far more than we could salvage so we took what we could carry and then locked the place up, covered it in mines to make sure that any curious Raiders or scavs would stay far the fuck away from the place, well the one thing that I remember most about the place was that it had a couple of Power Armour stands in the basement, now I don't know if the clanks brought them in themselves or if they were there from before the war, but I'm sure you guys could probably find a use for all that left behind tech and those stands right?" she said.
"Looks like new friends are coming in handy already boss, who knows what Synths left behind, could be a gold mine but at very least we could use stands to fix up our suits," Ivan said hopefully, it was just like him to want to get his hands on some new tech to play with.
Sasha nodded in agreement with Racer's assessment and with Ivan.
"Alright, lead on Racer, we shall follow you," Sasha said.
"No problems, it's not far from here come on let's get moving," Racer said taking point gleefully, it seemed that the young heavy was eager to get on the move.
The place that Racer led them to was an abandoned bus depot that had a large parking lot outside filled with scrapped vehicles.
It looked like the place had been turned into a military staging post during the war, possibly when the Chinese had invaded US soil up in Alaska, most likely fearing that it could happen in other parts the US military had taken control of any and all transport hubs and assets that they could to get their troops moving as fast as possible.
"Alright, guys let's sweep and clear those mines, last thing we want is any accidents here," Postman said and his guys fanned out and began walking forward deactivating the mines hidden among the wreckage and rubble as they went.
By the scorch marks and various not-so-old body parts strewn about in a few places, it appeared that the mines had indeed done their job of keeping the overly curious at bay, funny how having your arse cheeks and legs sent to four different planets all at once could dissuade even the most greedy of scavengers.
As they reached a terminal mounted on the wall near one of the heavily reinforced garage doors Racer stepped up to it and punched in a code which caused the old rusted door to screech in its mountings as it began to raise upwards.
"Open says me," she said with a grin as the door moved upwards and revealed a scene of total robotic carnage laid beyond it.
There were various metal body parts strewn everywhere not to mention various torsos shot full of what looked to be rather large calibre holes.
"Jesus, I thought your kind liked Synths?" Sasha said as he ran his headlamp over the scene.
"Not this kind we don't, this kind is not much more than more mobile and slightly smarter Protectrons, but they are still just robots, someone flips a switch and tells them to kill and they don't ask why, simply how," Postman said as he stepped over the threshold and into the garage followed by the rest of his people.
Sasha and Celine glanced at one another and he saw her raise a feathery eyebrow and he nodded in response.
The pair followed behind closely followed by their teams as well as Ebony who seemed rather fascinated by the destroyed robots.
As he watched the large female Archnakai scuttled over to a pile of body parts and began inspecting them closely her spinnerets twitching as she did so.
"I have heard tales of the robots that look like humans roaming the wastes, are these some of them?" she asked turning to look at Racer and Postman who were closing up the garage door behind them.
"These? No, these are merely footsoldiers of the Institute, true Synths you cannot tell from a human being and that's the real problem not with them existing you understand as they did not get a choice in that, in fact, that they are the same as us, same wants, same needs, same feelings, same thoughts, without cutting one open you basically can't tell the difference, the Institute create the perfect slaves, walk like humans, talk like humans, think and feel like humans," Racer spat angrily.
Ebony's spinnerets twitched angrily as she contiplated this and Sasha saw a scowl cross her face causing her pedipalps to curl up to display her fangs like she was threat posing.
"That's fucking vile!" she exclaimed and Racer pointed at her and nodded.
"See? This is what I'm talking about, even the spider girl who has no experience with them can see it's fucking wrong! No offence at calling you a spider girl Ebony," Racer said with a swiftly added apology at the end.
Ebony nodded and turned to look at Sasha.
"Have you come across any of these Synthetic humans boss?' she asked and he shook his head.
"No but I hear there are one or two in the Free Peoples currently, so stick around big fluffy one and I am sure you will meet them sooner or later," he said before turning back to Racer.
"Where is basement, we should get the repairs underway," he said and she nodded gesturing for them to follow her.
Racer led the team down into the basement level of the garage where it was obvious that the place had been repurposed to act as a makeshift repair bay for everything from weapons to Power Armour.
"We could use this place to tune up and clean weapons as well as sort out armour," Ivan said looking around at the workbenches strewn around the place.
"Agreed, plus building looks secure, we should reactivate mines and close garage up, would be a good place to make camp for night," Sasha said glancing at everyone and seeing that the fatigue was showing on the faces of his people both human and non-human alike.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, my talons are starting to ache from all of this walking, I don't know how you humans do it?" Celine said glancing down at the now somewhat ragged leather wraps that were wrapped around her feet as her kind didn't exactly do shoes.
"Same would probably be said if humans were forced to flap arms and fly everywhere, would soon have very tired arms," Natalia said as she walked over to one of the Power Armour stands before turning herself around and stepping out of her armour once it was aligned properly.
Ava snorted a laugh at the mental image of a human flapping their arms like crazy as they tried to fly and then pulled over what appeared to be a rather large couch that was tucked into the corner of the room for the mechanics to rest on in their breaks and she planted her fluffy rear end right in the centre of it and began to tend to her own feet.
"We'll lock the place down while you guys get set up down here," Postman said gesturing to his people to follow him back upstairs.
"I'll help," Ebony said and scuttled her big fluffy rear after the four Railroad heavies.
"We should see if we can rig up armour for her while we are here, will be good to make sure she is protected as she is pretty big target," Ian said as Ebony scuttled up the narrow stairwell and they all saw her freeze and her spinnerets twitch as she was squeezing through the narrow gap which wasn't easy when you had eight huge furry legs.
"Are you saying my bum is fat?" Ebony called from above them and both Celine and Sasha saw Ivan flush and his mouth hang open for a moment.
"I-I-I never say this! I simply say you are big target!" he protested and then they heard the laughter echoing down from above them before said big fluffy rear end vanished through the gap and her top half poked down through the gap wearing an upside-down grin on her face.
"Settle down human boy before you pop one of those fragile blood vessels of yours, to an Archnkai having a big booty is a good thing, its a sign of both health and that we are well fed which is probably the best social symbol you could ask for these days," she said before vanishing back into the ceiling and leaving all of the Cossacks and their Avian allies to join in the laughter they could hear echoing down from above them.
"How should I know this!? Usually, you call female's bum big and then spend next three days trying to knock the dents out of your Power Armour helmet like time I catch Natalia bending over and I start making noise of truck backing up, three days it took to get dents out of Power Armour I tell you!" Ivan whined which only intensified the laughter.
"You are damn lucky you were wearing your armour as I get the feeling without it you probably would have had a much harder job trying to knock the dents out of your skull," Ava said with a hooting laugh that settled into a smile that she wore all over her short little beak.
"Yes this is true, Natalia's absence of sense of humour is thing of legend I swear," Ivan said before instinctively ducking and it turned out that this was a well-honed instinct as the old boot she'd found narrowly missed his head before slamming into the wall where he had been.
"Insulting a woman's rear is dangerous game, is like insulting man's length you do not do without threat of reprisals Ivan, how long will it be before you learn this?' Sasha said as he secured his armour into one of the stands while Celine stood next to him watching curiously.
"Well from what we all heard last night I'm pretty sure neither of you two have any complaints in either area eh boss?" Ava said cheekily while flashing her smile at both Sasha and Celine who simply glanced at one another before returning her grin with an air of pure confidence.
"Not a one, if anything I feel like ever since Free Peoples rescued me from Enclave my luck has been on the up and now culminates in most beautiful and glorious Condor woman I could ever imagine, is reason that while I am sorrowful that while she cannot soar through clouds above head like is her birth right I am not too unhappy with arrangement as long as I pretend servos of armour are acting up and forcing me to walk behind her," Sasha said shooting Celine a sly grin and she responded by putting one of her large muscular arms around his shoulder and pulling him closer.
"Well for my part I cannot complain either because now I have discovered that the right human can make even the mightiest of Condors sing like a songbird under their spell," she said unashamedly which made Sasha's smile widen.
"Oh for love of gods you had to make things worse for us singletons didn't you owl girl? Now we will all have to suffer the longing glances and stolen kisses that will make us all drown in jealousy," Ivan said making both Ava and Celine snort a laugh.
"Well you could always try your luck finding your own songbird monkey boy," Ava said and Ivan grinned back at her.
"Is tempting," he said making her feathers fluff up as she caught the implications of him turning that back on her.
"Alright people enough with bloody flirting we have armour to fix and I do not need to be cleaning sick stains in front of mine!" Natalia snapped before marching over to her stand to begin stripping the plates off.
It took the well-versed soldiers just over an hour to get all of the protective plating and equipment off of their power armour frames so that they could be laid out on the floor next to each set.
They rapidly began identifying which parts were merely damaged and which were completely trashed and separating them out.
Meanwhile after locking the upper building down and resetting the traps to keep them safe Ebony and the Railroad heavy team had begun shuttling down various pieces of Institute tech that they'd salvaged so that the Valkyries could stip them down for the Cossacks to make use of.
With all of the teams working together like a well-oiled machine, it didn't take long for the Cossacks to have themselves a rather sizable pile of not only usable tech but also weaponry.
"Hmmm look here boss, these armour plates that tin soldiers use are modular," Ivan said lifting a few from the rather sizable pile up to inspect them.
"So?" Sasha asked glancing over at him.
"Well is my opinion that we could not only add them to our own armour to reinforce it, make ours better and we could also use it to fashion extra armour for our new feathered friends and I also belive will be enough left over to make armour for big fluffy spider," Ivan said holding up one of the cream coloured plates in front of Ebony like he was trying to size up how many of them it would take to cover her.
"You really think you can make me a suit of armour out of that?" Ebony asked curiously as she scuttled over and bent down to inspect the pile of armour and parts.
"Oh never underestimate Ivan's ability to make something of nothing, he is despite appearances one of best engineers in Cossacks, was he who came up with and built Tub Thumper and you already see how well this works, if he says he can do it he will do it," Sasha said and to her surprise, even Natalia nodded her agreement to this.
"This is not something I can argue with, despite being drunken lout of highest order, he can still manage to turn shit into gold somehow," she said.
Ivan didn't seem to know whether to grin or scowl at her.
"It might be a bit heavy for me to carry all that around, I know I'm strong but I'm not a pack spider you know?' Ebony said obviously unsure and Ivan simply switcheda grin onto her.
"Not to worry big girl, Ivan will make you spider-shaped power armour suit! Then you will be true Cossack!" he said and Ebony looked stunned.
"Wait are you saying you could make Power Armour out of this!?" she exclaimed and Ivan circled the pile and then looked over at the pile of metal limbs that most of it had been liberated from.
"Yes I believe so, will not be same type as ours obviously but if we get vehicle lift up and running upstairs as well as bending and welding tools I am positive we can make you something just as good!" he said confidently.
"Oh now this I gotta fucking see," Racer said enthusiastically.
"You can do better than see, you can help, I know fellow tinkerers when I see them and you have eye of someone who will break things in order to figure out how to fix them even better than they started yes?" he said turning to the Latino woman with a smile.
"And how the fuck could you possibly know that!?" she exclaimed in surprise.
"Simple, I see how when you strip parts you identify things that are of value despite looking like trash to other people, you see truth worth and use, this only comes from one who knows such things," he said confidently.
"Fuck me looks like he's got your number to a tee Racer girl," Broadsider said slapping the petite Latina woman on the back with one of his shovel-sized hands.
"Well then let's do this! One Archnakai Power-Arour set coming up!" Racer exclaimed and Ivan snapped his fingers and pointed.
"Yes! This I like to see, first we will finish fixing and upgrading our suits and then real fun will begin!" he said exuberantly, he was truly in his oils now.
It didn't take long for the basement workshop to become filled with the sounds of hammering and metalwork, it was like this place had long awaited the arrival of one who would give it purpose again and bring meaning to its existence.
But that was Ivan's truest calling, while he was an exceptional soldier he was a truly incredible engineer and metal worker.
The joke that Ivan could shit into gold was based in reality as the man could take scrap metals and reforge them into fully functioning weapons, armour and hell even ammo, he could take quite literal shit and turn it into gold.
This was very prominent here and now in this place as the group watched him stripping out old servos and parts from the dead Gen one and two Synths then watched him turn that pile of parts into new and fully functioning pieces which he could slot right into their Power Armour suits.
It was also entertaining to observe Natalia during this time as despite her being at loggerheads with Ivan she completely trusted him and his skills when it came to their engineering needs.
She simply sat there and watched as he assembled parts and then bolted and welded them into the chassis of her armour.
In record time not only had Ivan managed to get their shielding units back up and running but also had installed a whole plethora of mods taken from the scavenged Synths.
But that's when the real fun began, having enlisted both Racer and the other Railroad heavies to help him assemble a fully new armour unit made specifically for Ebony.
It was rather entertaining for both the Cossacks and the Valkyries as they watched him taking delicate and intricate measurements of Ebony and they all teased him as he crawled all over the big female Trantula.
But they soon stopped the teasing as they watched him and Racer assembling the armour from basically a pile of parts into a fully functioning suit of Archnakai Power Armour.
As the suit began to take the shape of a giant metal spider Sasha noticed that Racer seemed to be making some kind of gimbal system that had four of the Institute energy rifles slotted into it in a square configuration that kind of reminded him of one of those quad barreled rocket launchers.
"What is this?" he enquired peering over her shoulder as she worked on setting the trigger system onto a set of servos.
"Ivan thought it would be a good idea to give out big fluffy friend there a tail gun, so he came up with the design for this, apparently it's going to work using these and they are going to be hooked up to her HUD," she said holding up a set of what Sasha realized were Synth eyes.
"Doesn't she have enough eyes as is?" Sasha said.
"Yeah but my eyesight is pretty shit at anything other than short range, trust me these fucking things are a protector of Archnakai send!" a slightly mechanical voice said from behind him and Sasha turned to see Ebony wearing what appeared to be a newly made helmet.
It took him a moment to realize that Ivan had installed Synth eyes into sockets all over the helmet that gave her not only 360 vision like her own eyes did but would give her far enhanced vision given the spectrums they were capable of seeing.
"He tuned the display so that my eyes can see it using one of those fancy tools he carries around in that pack of his and I gotta say you primates really lucked out on the vision side of things, it's so fucking pretty!" the big spider girl said doing a bit of a dance on her eight large feet and shaking her sizeable booty that caused Celine to have to dodge out of the way to prevent herself being butt slammed into a wall.
"You think ours are good you should see those of my better half, make my eyes look like dirty camera by comparison," Sasha said grinning as Celine straightened her feathers down and then gave him a grin.
"Good to see you can acknowledge your weaknesses my primate," she said echoing Ebony's words.
"Yup and I know strengths too, reinforced ankles and feet anyone?" he said making Celine huff as she looked down at her freshly wrapped feet which Sasha had spent a good amount of time massaging for her while they watched Ivan and the team work.
"Fucking tell me about it, think that drunken engineer of yours could make us some robotic wings out of that shit?" she said planting her ample and chiselled tail end on a toolbox next to her man before reaching out to grip him and pulling him in-between her large thighs so she could hold him from behind while she sat.
"Wings not likely, but maybe rotor blades like those of Vertibird or maybe even thruster pack like jump jets for Power Armour most likely," Ivan said poking his head up out of the shell of the armoured abdomen section of the armour which was sitting on a heavy lift as it was being assembled.
"Now you have done it lover, you have given him ideas now I am going to have to give him set rules to ensure that he does not burn off lovely tail feathers," Sasha said making Celine bark a laugh from behind him.
"Always with my tail end with you isn't it my love?" she said hugging him tighter.
"What can I say, I am simple man with simple tastes, but simple does not mean cheap or inferior," he said making her gently pur and nip at his neck and ear with her long beak.
There was a lot of work still to do but with Ivan on the job it would not take long and Sasha could not wait to see what the finished product would look like, he didn't have to wait long.