Ezra's Got To Hear Of This
Gen didn't know when she started grinning as Olivia teleported them away.
When the light of the ability faded away, they stood in front of the abandoned warehouse, its imposing structure looming in the shadows.
"Good luck." Olivia said softly, squeezing Gen's hand once more before disappearing into the night, leaving Gen alone in the eerie silence.
"I don't need it." Gen said to herself as she stretched. It was time to put the skills she'd learnt when she was a peacekeeper to the test.
She turned towards the warehouse, her grin still on her face.
She approached the entrance cautiously, her eyes scanning for any signs of danger. Who knew if the people who attacked the Blackthornes still had another trap waiting?
The large metal doors of the warehouse were ajar, creaking slightly as they moved in the wind. She slipped inside, her footsteps silent on the dusty floor.