Flying with Lars was one thing, but flying in a huge metal bird was another. He assured me we were safe, and I had nothing to worry about. I trusted him, so I boarded what he called, a “Jet”, and let him “Buckle” me into a seat. And boy did he look content with tying me down, huh, food for thought, but that can wait until later. I felt the Jet move, I looked out the window and watched everything move by so quickly, when the Jet started to move up, my stomach moved down. My ears popped, I gripped his hand so tight, that if he wasn’t a vampire, I sure would have broken his fingers. “Lars, I’m going to kill you, by the gods, I don’t like this…” I heard him laugh and kiss my hand. “Maya, calm down, you’re alright. I’m here and I wont let anything happen to you.” I couldn’t calm down, I was trapped in a metal bird, with no escape. When the Jet few high enough he unbuckled his “Seat belt” and I hurried out of mine. I had to find a small bit of freedom. Before I knew it he had me in his arms, holding me tightly. “Its alright Maya, shhh….” I could feel myself getting calm, was that a gift? I’d have to ask him.
Marius needed all his strongest Legionnaires called home. He had asked me to bring my best most formidable commanders to Sosaria. Some of them have never traveled to this planet. So I had to go back to Earth, something I dreaded right now for Carrie’s sake. Rules of operation had to pressed out to them; what they could bring and what they could not. I resigned myself to the fact I would have to go.
But if I had to go back to France, I might as well look the part. I donned my best most expensive garments. My fabulous off the shoulder royal blue-colored sheath dress and matching statement hat, Givenchy of course. My powder blue stilettos, Jimmy Choo, would clack across the marble of the our Parisian Pallisades compound as I made my way down to our version of the “Situation Room”.