"Let's begin," she says as she walks back to the table, sets down the items, and grabs her knife. She cuts off the left leg of the pants, grabs the numbing and injects it. Mason grimaces and grunts. This goes on for about an hour, and Mason ends up passing out. Sasha and I talk for a bit about our situation and the plans for the next morning. After we're finished talking, she goes to sleep, and I work on my wings for a few more hours.
*The next morning*
"Wake up! Wake up!" I'm shaken awake by Sasha. She runs over to Mason and wakes him up too. "Grab your stuff. Grab some supplies. And go here," she says as she hands me a paper with an address on it. Mason gets up drowsily.
"Wait, wait! What's going on?" I ask her as she rushes around the room to put supplies in two backpacks. I grab her arm to stop her and ask again, "What's going on, Sasha?" She seems to calm down a bit.
"They're almost here. You guys have to go," she tells me in a serious tone while putting two silenced pistols and knives in a book sack. She then walks over to Mason holding a crutch.
"So, you aren't coming?" Mason asks, taking the crutch and walking over to me.
"No. I'll try to keep them back, but you'll only have three minutes at most. You won't get far on
foot with your leg like that," she says then looks at me. "You think your wings will work?"
"Maybe," I tell her uneasily.
"Good enough. Put them on. You're gonna have to carry him too. Can your wings handle it?" she asks.
"It can handle around three-fifty on max power, so I can carry him with a backpack. If it works, that is," I tell her. She smiles.
"That's good enough. Here you go," she says as she gives me a backpack, puts my wings on my back and opens a vent. "Follow it out to the other side of the building and head west. Everything else depends on you. Good luck," she says smiling at me.
"Are you going to be ok?" Mason asks her as I help him onto the ground.
"Probably not, but hey, see ya next time," she says with a smile.
I shake my head and reply, "Yeah, see ya next time I guess."
"Good luck," Mason tells her.
"Thanks," she says. Mason then turns around with a groan of pain, pushes his crutch and the backpack into the vent, then crawls in himself.
I kneel down on the ground, push in my bag with my wings, and say, "Don't die on us, ok?"
"No promises," she says. I shake my head and push myself into the vent. I hear a clang from behind and start crawling while pushing the wings in front of me. After about thirty seconds of crawling, we finally reach the end.
I tell Mason, "Check and see if there's anyone." Then we hear an explosion. Footsteps, shouts, and gun shots follow. I grimace.
"Sasha," Mason sighs, then opens the other vent slightly and gives me an, "All clear. I'm gonna try my best to run into an alley across from us." He pushes his stuff out, then himself using the crutch. I follow after him running out into the alley. We reach the end of it and Mason says, "It's a dead end."
"Guess it's time to get out the wings," I say and set the duffle bag with the wings down. I open it up and hear soft footsteps.
"They're coming. Hurry," Mason tells me waiting in anticipation. I take out the wings and strap it on. I wave Mason over and press a button on the back of the wings to start them up.
"C'mon, Mason. You're gonna be my bride today," I say and hold out my arms. Mason is hesitant at first, but once he hears the footsteps get louder, he hurries over. He picks up the crutch and puts the backpack on the front side of him. I pick him up and I hear the footsteps get even louder. They're a few feet away from the corner.
"The wings work right?" he asks sounding uneasy.
"Let's hope," I tell him. I get ready to take off.
"Stop!" I hear a man say, and we take off. Or at least attempt to. I then hear a gunshot. I feel a small pain on the side of my ear. I try to set off again.
"Oh shi-," I hear and we're off to the sky.