Chapter 742 - Sister System

Wheels screeched against the dark asphalt, the Federation's emblem wrote itself across the fuselage. The accompanying gust broadly shook the separating grass-path. Elvira had moved from the runway and into a hangar labeled 23 in sharp numbers painted onto the massive gates. The gleaming metallic bird taxied inside to a smoother, cleaner, concrete floor. SUVs parked in a vague semicircle, the guards were posted closer to the vehicles as opposed to the trio or Igna, Elvira, and Serene.