Snippet #2202964

Blue Jay winced as another riveting turn jolted her hurt wing into the side of the car. She would extend it further (it would be much more comfortable that way) but the car wasn't nearly big enough and the seat belt she had been sensible to put on would cut against her wing. But soon enough, they stopped, with the sirens only a faint murmur in the distance. She fumbled with her seat belt and carefully examined her wing as Valentine started to talk with to men. Carefully, she listened in on their thoughts. Could she trust them enough with showing them her wing? Surely they would see them at some point. After all, she really needed to examine it. If she moved her wing at all, it hurt like crap and she could feels something wet and stick and her feathers. Never a good sign. She finally made up her mind. If Valentine trusted them, she trusted them. Besides...none of their thoughts were to threatening. She puzzled over the thoughts about Stefanie. All of them seemed to be masking something about Stefanie. She furrowed her brow slightly and shook her head, opening the door and stepping out.

"Yeah. Really complicated," she says, unfolding her wings a bit, especially her hurt one. She winced painfully, and sudden rushes agony seared through her wing, through her back. She gasped in pain and slumped to the ground. Why did it hurt much worse now? She looked at her wing and her eyes widened with shock. The very top of her wing, along where the major bone was, was red and bloody. She felt the tip of her wing. No holes, but she moaned in pain as her fingers brushed the bloody mess. The bullet must have scraped the bone. Sniper? She looked around, her hawk-like eyes scanning the area, her mind trying to pinpoint whispers of thought. There! She saw (and heard) a man peek through a scope again, shift the gun a little. She followed the line of fire. She could hear thoughts of frustration. He was now pointing at Valentine. Acting on instinct, she quickly dove forward, plowing into Zachary and flattening him to the ground, not a second to late. She heard a bullet ping off the ground where Valentine had just been.

And then she passed out.

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Aryanna narrowed her eyes at the man sitting at the desk across from them. She looked over to Conner who was sitting beside her. This man practically reeked of evil lunatic. Why should she help him? She wasn't one who normally went for money, she was more on moral values. Sure, killing people was bad, but she was doing it for right reasons, for a purpose. Plus, she was good at it. Killing a six year old? Not on her list of top priorities. She crossed her arms, waiting for him to speak.