little_rib | ✱ High Flyers ✱

[ooc: Sorry for taking a while <3 Yes I'm bringing in some older AU Eve, but I do look to destroying this airport too ^^ BWAHAHAHA. ]

Stuck at the airport while she waited for an incoming flight to land, Eve Brea took a seat near the larger of the three boarding gates, impatiently drumming her fingers over her knees. She tried to reign in her patience, but of all the times the flight could have been delayed, it had to be on the day 'he' arrived.

Just her luck...

And it wasn't long before she was checking the screen above the gate, staring at it only to get annoyed, then stare it some more. It felt like madness, watching each number flip to the next and knowing there was still an hour of waiting to go. If only the whims of linear time would work for her, she would be happy, but at this rate, it was going to be one freakish and annoying long hour.

Resigning to that fact at last, she simply set her hands in her lap and took a deep breath, watching others greet their loved ones with a dissapointed glare. It wasn't until five minutes before the plane was due did she perk up any, but before the plane even came into view, something incredible happened... Everything went dark.

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Did Eve's sister just say what she thought she said?

“A grenade?!” Yup!

Mouth agape, Eve's heart rate snapped to attention as she stared at Aya's belt, trying to play it cool, though it was taking all of her formidable acting abilities to not swear or suggest they go to plan B. Plan B sounded good, but even if Eve hated grenades, and grenades hated Eve, plan b wasn't as nearly effective at removing the small hoard of mitochondrial mutants ambling towards them... Or keeping them safe.

“Are... you sure you trust me Aya?” She gulped, failing to sound like she wasn’t reflecting on all the training exercises where Pierce's grenades had accidentally exploded a cloud of neon smoke while still in her hands. She understood there was no choice, but still...

"Ok." Following the order, heart beating wildly, Eve retrieved the circular device and examined it, letting out a nervous breath as she stepped forward. Pulling the pin in 3... 2... 1. In one swift throw to the left, she rid herself of the damned thing, reeling backwards just in time. Bingo. She was right on the mark - if only this once.

... and if only Eve's ears would stop ringing.

"Someone pick up the phone." Code words Pierce - code words.

"Awwww, she didn't even fumble that one," Pierce laughed in Aya's ear. "Look at that she's growing up!"

"You're being a dick, Pierce," Aya snorted and stood, pulling the injured man to his feet. "Eyes on..."

"Everything. Eve, quit being so panicky, this is all called 'improvising' and it happens, somehow, every damn time! Somehow, some way, things go weird EVERY TIME. Also? Pull the spare headset from Aya's belt, I don't feel like hacking the airport announcement system to talk to you if you step away from Aya!" Pick up the phone indeed.

Feh.

"We need a ladder up, Pierce, directions?" She reminded.

"Right, far corridor, though the monsters, roof hatch."

Eve wiped her brow with a messy sleeve, an ever so slightly annoyed huff escaping her lips before she could stop herself. Particularly loud in the absence of any scuffling or mitochondrial echoes she realized, the silence exacerbated the meaning behind her breath, even if she'd just used it to let off her own pent up energy. She wasn't going to apologize... She hadn't meant it like that.

"Ok ok."

A lazy roll of her shoulders and a quick zip to Aya's side later, and Eve had her own shiny black headset, sliding it over her temples and hooking the latch piece behind her ear. Firmly cemented in place, she flicked the switch. "Testing... one two. Testing... Just for the record Peirce... Testing... I think that five bucks will be in my pocket soon. Testing."

Now all they had to do was get her rescuer of the floor and do some rescuing of their own.

"Seriously kid, you're in a crazy, muck infested airport and you haven't scavenged five bucks already? what kinda teenager are you?" Pierce snorted in her ear after the requisite 'testing' statements.

"Do not," Aya noted as she helped the man up and slung his good arm over her shoulders, "encourage my sister to loot bodies."

"who said anything about bodies?" Pierce laughed. "Smashing a vending machine totally works!"

"And this is why you're partnered to a law abiding ex-cop," Aya snorted.

"Because you needed some fun in your life and on my end well you look damn hot on video?"

"And that's why you never get dates."

After several minutes of sitting stock still, a layer of sweat coating his forehead as his stump was left hanging, shaking, it took him some to find his feet, even when both girls eventually chipped into to help him stay upright. It wasn't his fault, but they couldn't help it either. It was, what it was - and what it was, was a crappy situation. Everything rational he had once credited himself for was gone in the face of unadulterated shock.

"Wait." The semi-jovial bantering was cut in two, stark seriousness over riding whatever the older couple were talking about. Eve had something important to say, even if the helpful stranger understood very little of it. "Peirce... what happened to the people on flight 457? Are they ok? Did they re-route?"

"We can't stop, Eve, we have to move." Aya note,d not unkindly. She gt the man moving toward the roof exit, or at least in the direction of the rood exit, then reached back to pull her sister along.

"Keep moving kid," Pierce agreed. "457 plowed into the airport." No way to really sugar coat that. He knew she expected her boy to be on that flight and..."I'll check flight records though alright? Maybe he got food poisoning or something. Just keep moving."

457 plowed into the airport? That meant. He was. She would...

"What?"

Eve's heart bumped hard in her chest. She didn’t know what had befallen those around her, but their black humor didn’t fool her. Didn't fool anyone. Nope, not at all. She didn’t need super senses to ferret out that Peirce was being Peirce. Only this time it... really wasn't funny.

"That's not a joke Pierce." Sad desperation pulled back on the speed, but they were still edging forward, still moving in the right direction.

"Quit kidding around..."

"Not a joke kiddo," Pierce admitted softly. "It's not a joke at all. Three planes have hit the airport today, one of them was 457."

Aya dropped the man's arm as something big plowed through the shufflers, another creepy tongue thing. Rather than try to outrun it with the group they had she grabbed it's tongue, glared, and let fire crawl up the long, slimy thing. Like lighting the fuse on dynamite the poor thing panicked and tried to put it's head out. "No jokes, Eve. We'll get details when we can. Keep moving."

Pulled down by the excess weight, Eve's already shaky legs gave way. Both her and the stranger fell, unable to stay upright, especially given his frame of mind. Luckily, her hands kept them from a complete stand still. One arm after the other she dragged herself foward, eyes teary but determined to tote the guy in the right direction.

Aya could always pull up the slack later.

Yeah, she was on 'keep us alive' duty for now though. "BOTH OF YOU STAND UP!" She snapped, steel in her voice. "I know you both can, snap out of it and STAND!" Because crawling and dragging? The shufflers would catch up. Without Eve doing shields while Aya attacked she had to divide her attention...

"Not joking kiddo. Stand up. You're stronger than this and smack the guy into shape if you have to, but no one is getting out at this rate," Pierce added to the order from Aya. "I'm showing more movement on airport cameras than I like and you're some of the only survivors." That made them targets.

Great. Big. Targets.

Don't mind the wave of heat and ash behind you Eve? That was Aya buying some time for them before coming to haul the man up by the collar of his shirt. "Tap the adrenaline and get moving, both of you!"

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