Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616164504/@comment-5543592-20190707221527

Nevada rolled by beneath them. In the distance, they could see the glittering lights of Vegas.

Tanner looked out at them. Shrike was there. Close. It gave him a strange, foreboding feeling. She was hunting them, not the other way around. She was in the position of strength, them the one of weakness. When had it been like that before, he thought? Even with an army, Kheiro had dodged them. Clive's attempts at trying to kill them had been feeble and incompetant at best. And Hades? Hades had ran, and ran far. How quickly would Shrike kill them if she knew where they were, was prepared enough to not be overwhelmed? Tanner got a sense that what Paul and Morgan had pulled on her in the BIg Empty wouldn't work twice.

He wondered how dangerous she was to him. Was she worse than Hades had been? How could she be? But then, that implied she was a softer target, which Tanner knew was false.

Tanner thought that what seperated them was that Shrike didn't seem to have a weakness. At least, not one immediately visible to Tanner, as Hades' had been. Tanner was defined by his limits, while Shrike didn't seem to have any. That was a hard reality to face, but he supposed it fed into his recent sense of uneasiness. Tanner had an impression that he'd been arrogant lately. Careless. In his mind, he was at the top. Nothing could hurt him. And so far, nothing had. But some small, nagging part in the back of his mind was telling him that he shouldn't be so certain. It only takes one hole to sink the ship.

Vegas passed. The desert continued beneath them. The Vertibird banked low, pulling into its landing run.