Interlinked

"Do you think she ate the blue blood's body?" Miss Havenbrooke said lightly, running alongside her team leader as they zipped through the hallways, their eyes darting around as they searched for the elusive lady killer.

"Of course, she did, Miss Havenbrooke. She's a Tarien." The red-blood paused, the luster in his eyes glazing over.

"And she is a red-blood, after all."

The green-blood looked at her team leader, something flashing in her eyes as she looked at the porcelain skin of her team leader, his slender frame as his eyes continued to scan his surroundings, with the calm look he always had on his face.

"I told you, you can call me Naria."

He turned to look at her with his gaze flashing with what looked like revulsion, before turning his face away.

"I know. I would just like to keep this on a professional level." He said calmly, his low voice reverberating through the walls.

Naria stared at him, her gaze softening before she muttered, her voice low.

"Okay."

"I want you to go get Miss Tarien." He said, still staring at the wall as he felt her emerald eyes burn into his back.

Naria nodded, her expression unreadable before turning on her heels and hurrying away, her steps a bit too quick.

The hallway became silent again, before the red-blood sighed and turned to look at the direction she left in, his eyes lingering for a moment before looking away.

A buzz suddenly resounded through his cloak, his hand clumsily ruffling through his pockets before he brought out a small circular piece of metal, its shiny black edges smooth to the touch.

He placed it to the side of his head, his eyes darting around as he cleared his throat, his lips suddenly feeling dry.

"This is Dira speaking."

A voice crackled through the device, the sound distorted and muffled.

"Dira, this is Varell. We've received reports of attacks outside the facility. We need every hand we can get."

Dira's eyes narrowed, his grip on the device tightening.

"We have two primaries on the loose. Both of them high-priority." His foot tapped slowly as he talked back to the voice, audibly confused.

"Those are the orders that were given, Dira." The now-clear voice snapped back, seemingly annoyed.

Dira remained silent, his fists tightening as he grunted.

"Alright."

"Good. Get your team out there and radio me the second you get there."

The line cut abruptly, Dira rolling his eyes as he tapped the device twice, his clear voice ringing out.

"Call Havenbrooke."

As he waited for Naria to answer, Dira felt his heart rate pick up.

He paced around the hallway, his hand against his head as he waited for her to respond.

The sound of the green-blood's voice crackled through the device, her breaths quick and shallow.

"Havenbrooke here."

"Havenbrooke, we've got a situation. The building's under attack. We need to move out, now."

Naria grunted, her voice steady, "Understood. I'll get her and come as soon as I can."

"No, leave her. She'll find her way back."

Naria widened her eyes, confused as she talked quietly into her hand, "Why? You think she won't be able to handle it?"

"I'm not thinking that. I know that." Dira harrumphed before he sighed and cut the line, turning on his heels and shooting into the never-ending turns of the facility.

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The rays of sun shone through the glass panes of an office onto its red carpets, illuminating the oil paintings on its beige walls.

"HE DID WHAT?!" A golden-eyed woman's voice echoed through the room, her eyes blazing with fury as she slammed her hand on the desk. Her fury was directed at the small circular device against her head, her smooth black hair dancing around her face as her long, elegant fingers dug into the wood, leaving deep imprints as she leaned forward in her seat, her face contorted in anger. "Now, tell me why you would authorize that. And it better be a good reason."

"It was passed down and approved by a Level 1 clearance."

The raging woman paused, her fingers tracing the deep dents she made on her wooden table.

"It did? Does the log have any other information?" She said calmly, her golden eyes darting around her room, her gaze landing on a rusted coin she had placed on her table a long time ago.

"No, herú. All it says is that it came from the board."

"Assign me to them." She said suddenly, her eyes still fixed on the coin.

"But, herú, I need you available in case we need more help with the atta-"

"Do I have to repeat myself?" She interrupted, her voice dropping to a soft whisper.

"….No."

"I want you to route me to anyone on the monitors, I need their locations and the situation in their sector."

"…Yes, herú."

"Consider this an official assigning. Vanira Hargreaves."

"I know your name, Vanira."

"Good." She muttered before removing the device and flinging it to the table.

Vanira stared at the black device, her amber eyes glistening as she muttered, "I'm sorry."

She then leaned back in her seat, her mind racing as she rubbed her temples. The floorboards creaked as she stood up, grabbing the coin and the device, walking briskly to the door and slammed it behind her.