"Why the hell did we take this job?", a woman screamed to her co-pilot and made a heavy turn trying to lose something that were following them.
"I don't know. The money. Maybe.", he replied and looked behind. "If we knew about this first we would probably look away from the offer."
"For sure.", she was controlling a little ship made to travel on the air. But hers was explicit one made for smuggling. Small and fast.
Behind them was a big shadow. The rain and black clouds were hiding the chasing creature. But they had the misfortune to see exactly what was tracking the cargo. It was the Lonely Rider. Mounted on the dead Dragon that cursed him. The Vampire Lich. Alfred.
"What the f**k are we carrying on the ship?", she asked once more.
"Do you really want to know or are this just a way to release the stress?", the man returned.
"Release the stress? HOW?", she yelled and made another turn over.
