Avi was soaring high in the sky, drawing cycles around the massive damm, her gaze watching about the people on the ground, all walking in the same direction, up a nearby hill, like a hoard of zombies after a lone survivor.
There where cracks in the giant concrete wall, but for now it was holding. Thirteen’s vines snaking their way up to the blast hole that was threatening to bring it all down.
Orson’s voice comes on in Avi’s headsets as she compltese her cycle over the valley.
„Number Four, Status report!“
„all the people are on the move and the damm is holding, Thirteen’s patch is almost complete“
„how far along is evacuation?“
Avi looks down at the mass of people moving under her.
„they are two thirds of the way to the hill“
There suddenly was a quick „whoosh“ sound and for a moment, Avi was sure she could see a silhouette on the side of the damm that wasn’t there, before it is gone again.
Just a few flaps with her metal wings accelerate Avi towards the grey concrete where she finds a set of fresh, deep scratchmarks.
She pressed the little button on her headset to activate it. „Orson, I think there’s someone else here…“
Orson, on the foot of the Damm and busy holding it in a large gravity field, reaches for his headset.
„what happened?“
„there was someone else on the Damm“
A loud whoosh and something emerging from the still solid wall in front of him cut off his response.
While a translucent cloud shoots past Orson’s head, a humanoid shape in red and white lands on the ground, rolling to their feet. Coming to a stop from a roll was a woman with long, white hair and piercing, red snake eyes.
„who are you and what are you doing?" Orson demands of the stranger