Allfather -I'll be waiting.
Kira released the breath she'd been holding. That was it. The first part was done. This wasn't what she'd planned when he first suggested it, but fate had conspired and now she was standing at a precipice. The only thing to do was jump.
She couldn't decide if this was a good idea or not. In some ways, hacking Centcom would have been easier and less dangerous. They, at least, were a known entity.
The Tuann? Who knew what they were capable of, or if it could even be done?
This plan was insane; that's what it was. Unfortunately, desperate people did desperate things, and Kira had been desperate for a long time.
It was the reason she was contemplating such an action.
If worse came to worse, she could always abandon her plans. She wouldn't risk her life needlessly. She'd remember her promises. That's all she could do for now.
She exhaled slowly. Things would work out. Somehow.
Something tore through her senses, a hint of metallic ice accompanied by acidic rain.
She dove to the side. The railing in front of her exploded, chips of stone slicing her arm and leg.
She was up and moving in the next second. Metal projectiles and energy bolts flying hard and fast.
She sprinted, barely avoiding the blast of energy or the throwing knives concealed in its wake.
There. To her right. The attack was coming from those trees.
She didn't hesitate, leaping over the edge of the railing, snagging a few of the blades sticking out of the stone, before sprinting across the ground.
Twenty feet. Ten. Almost there.
Yellow light tore from the dark. She lunged sideways, then sideways again, when more blasts streamed toward her.
Bastards.
Shouts filled the air behind her, the chaos of the fight drawing the attention of those in the Citadel.
Kira didn't let that distract her, finding cover as another barrage streaked from the trees.
The lights tore the small tree she'd dodged behind to bits, bark and branches raining down on her.
Two could play that game.
She leaned to the side, throwing the knives in quick, sharp movements, aiming in a split-second before diving behind cover.
She had no idea if any of the knives hit their target.
She waited several seconds before standing. Whoever the attacker had been was long gone now. Probably a result of those she sensed approaching from the Citadel.
She moved closer to where her attackers had lain in wait, her body tense and poised for action.
There was no sign of her assailants when she got there, the spot empty and silent. Kira frowned at the area, a frustrated sigh escaping her.
She'd missed her chance. The dark hid any signs of her assailants’ passage. Following would be out of the question until daylight. By then, they would no doubt be far from here or hidden among those inside the Citadel.
She closed her eyes and inhaled. The same faint trace of metallic ice and acidic rain filtered to her again. Her eyes popped open.
A Tsavitee had been here, standing in this exact spot.
A dim form appeared out of the darkness, reaching for her arm. Kira reacted, grabbing the person's wrist, yanking them forward as she stepped into them.
