Snippet #2554992

The sky outside was dark. The small airplane window only let her see a small section of it but they were high and there was nothing much to see but black.

“Miss Paterson.”

She turned her head slowly to look at the man standing beside her. The private plane only contained Covenant employees. This man was a lower ranking officer currently playing the part of aid to her on her recently finished mission.

Grey eyes focused on him. “Yes?”

“This just came in for you.” He handed her an ipad. Ilona suppressed a sigh as she took the device. It was far quicker than paper files and she could receive information anywhere but that meant that so could others, those she was investigating, those she was checking on. Information could be changed for the right price. She preferred the old fashioned way but reluctantly used the newer technologies she had access to.

She took it from him. “Thank you.” Though directed at him her attention was already on the screen.

She scanned the file, finger swiping to the next page and the next. “Tell the pilot to head to New York. We are to pick up another officer and then once fueled our route is to Nevada.”

Ilona did not look up.

“I wish a cup of black tea when you get the moment, please.”

The aid was immediately moving about the airplane taking care of the tasks she asked.

A slender hand pushed a strand of straight blonde hair behind her ears. Murder. Werewolf. Two packs. Strife likely imminent.

She began to read over the file once more committing it all to her memory. Ilona focused on the beginning where her orders for the picking up the second investigator were written. Why two, not just her and her team was not clear but she would not argue. She was sure they had their reasons. Looking over the file there was a lot of ground to cover, a lot of people to talk to and evidence to look at. Alone it would take too long to come to a satisfactory conclusion before more random deaths occurred.

I am sure this other investigator is very competent.

Oddly in her head she still had her Russian accent though spoken language she had worked very hard to be rid of it. She still sounded foreign to her own ears but Ilona found the lack of accent better for her line of work and also her privacy. It was very difficult to tell where she was from thus making it harder to look into her. Even her name was a mix and gave little away about the woman. She never uttered her real name. She was Ilona and had been for a very, very long time.

“The captain is just clearly our change in flight plan. We should be in New York at Laguardia, the private runway of course in two hours.”

Ilona nodded and looked back out her window.