As the man in charge looked her over, Maya smirked when she realized that he chalked her up to nothing more than a nonthreatening female. In reality, she could violently rip every molecule of water from their bodies before they could pull a trigger, turning them into fleshy human prunes. They weren’t worth the headache though. Plus, Maya had a strict do not attack unless provoked policy in regards to strangers. Nevertheless, the thought amused her. 

[i]No more towns? Huh. This planet sounds like a post-apocalyptic nightmare. On the bright side, if the population is diminished, it should be easy to find the Archon.[/i]

	With night approaching, the air began to bite with more ferocity, sinking through to the bone. A man approached Maya cautiously as if she was a skittish deer. She raised an eyebrow and boldly walked past him, calling out, “Which bike is yours? If you would be so kind, I would like to get a move on before I freeze my tits off.”

	Before hopping onto the back of the motorcycle, she glanced into the darkness to search for Paul. Part of her wanted to run and embrace him, but she was wary of blowing his cover. They had a mission to complete, and she needed him to act as back up just in case things took a turn for the worse. He was either going to have to hitch a ride himself or go for a run. Hopefully he had worn a jacket.