If she had wings, she would fly. Unluckily, she had legs. Chief Ayn sped to the Lake House, Rinzler's message had been clear. "A storm is coming, quickly, get everyone far from the Lake." Of course, she called to ask but the call went to voicemail. Fucking network!
Although speedy driving wasn't her forte, she couldn't care less. She honked at the driver in front of her who suddenly found the road impressive and took his sweet time. Instinctively, she thought of blazing the siren. Facepalming mentally, she cursed lowly after remembering she drove to the Fishers Pack in her car. Driving to the fishers pack in her chief vehicle would send a wrong message.
"Get out of the road."
