Keaira flew over the city the rain pelting her wing making her flight difficult. Folding her wings around her she plummeted towards the ground. The wind whistled pasted her as she counted slowly. Before hitting the ground her wing unfolded slowing her fall enough to prevent injury. A small echoing thud made it's way down the street with her landing. After ending her flight early she had no idea where she had landed. Her wings relaxed to a resting position against her back.

Using her ears she tried to see the world around her but the pounding rain blurred the picture. Keaira brushed her wet hair out of her eyes and cautiously took a step forward. In the pouring rain she had to take a chance and try to get home. Stepping forward she timidly reached her hands out in front of her.
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Trace stared down at the yellow folders in his hand with a cold look. The Targets in the folders needed to be taken down before they could cause trouble. A knock echoed on the door. "Ah. So you're here." He knew the Hybrid was on the other side of the door. He viewed the hybrid has a tool, a useful tool, but a tool. "Come in already."