In the plane
Ras was fed up.
"Get this plane back and landed now, or your heads will decorate my front lawn!" he near snarled from where he hovered anxiously over Brenda, working to keep her alive as his jet raced for his hideout.
"We're going as fast as we can, sir," one said. He snarled at him, and the soldier took that as his cue to leave and stepped out.
Ras turned back to Brenda, hard gray eyes softening as he stroked her hair.
"Hold on, fair one, you'll be saved soon enough," he murmured.
"Get this plane back and landed now, or your heads will decorate my front lawn!" he near snarled from where he hovered anxiously over Brenda, working to keep her alive as his jet raced for his hideout.
"We're going as fast as we can, sir," one said. He snarled at him, and the soldier took that as his cue to leave and stepped out.
Ras turned back to Brenda, hard gray eyes softening as he stroked her hair.
"Hold on, fair one, you'll be saved soon enough," he murmured.