“Aideen.”<br/><br/>Within an armored vehicle a blonde, lanky man spoke to the woman beside him. Her attention was on the landscape outside and her thoughts…even she didn’t know where they were.<br/><br/>“Yes?” The single word, spoken between a pair of pink painted lips, was quiet as if the woman had absolutely no interest in what the man was going to say. She turned to him, large blue eyes taking in the way his adam’s apple moved when he swallowed. She could see the struggle upon his face: the urge to look down. Very few women would deny him a glance, in the present day and age, but this woman? She was his superior and was not to be objectified.<br/><br/>Taken aback the man took a moment to clear his throat, the sound grating to the woman’s ears. “I-uh- that is..” A pause, perhaps to collect his thoughts. “Nevermind..” Turning, the man looked to his own window, the sunlight reflecting from his golden hair.<br/><br/>The woman, Aideen, returned her attention to  landscape. It was desolate. Looking about, it was no surprise the place had been dubbed “Wastelands”. Water was hard to come by. What little there was sported oases’ flourished with green. Everywhere else, however, grew only thorned weeds, which in turned became tumbleweeds. Pulling herself away from the window, Aideen looked at the files which sat upon her skirted lap. Within the file, beautifully written words upon paper recorded intel that Aideen and her companion, Kott, had gathered on their visit to The Council. Orders were given to her by her superiors to find, and eliminate, the small pockets of rebellion that existed south of the capital, Killiam. She was to meet her troops just past the Wastelands in Hirame.<span style="font-style: italic">If we ever make it there.</span>The almost prophetic thought popped into Aideen’s head and before she had a chance to push it away, their driver was shot in the head.<br/><br/>Instinctually, Aideen reached within her, touching the demonic pool that lay below the surface. The feeling of oil coated her pale skin as the wheel of the vehicle stood rigid within her power. “Kott. What’s going on?” The paper within the files had fallen into a mess upon the floor, which the man had pushed aside to look out the top window of the jeep. “There seems to be..” Power surged through the air, causing the hair on Aideen’s arms to rise. He was channeling.<br/><br/>A building, one Aideen had not seen, or rather had not been paying much attention to exploded. Alarmed, Aideen lost her concentration on the power and the wheel was free. The jeep, now speeding by without a driver, caught the soft shoulder of the road, turning it 90 degrees, before flipping over 3 times. “What…” Aideen didn’t finish her question as she hung from her seatbelt upside down in the jeep. Kott lay broken in two, the flip killing him almost instantly. The woman gave a groan and unbuckled herself, falling into her companions blood and entrails before crawling out one of the many broken windows. Her body, while far superior to that of a human’s, would be sore come morning, but for now adrenaline coursed through her veins, keeping the pain at bay.<br/><br/>Tapping into the pool of power once more, Aideen looked at her surroundings. About her there were thin lines running back and forth. Each colored line represented a life, but slowly they began to wink out: no doubt as the owners died amongst the rubble of the hotel building. When all but a few had disappeared, Aideen began to follow it with only the speed a demon could possess, her brown pencil skirt ripping up her thighs almost indecently. She didn’t have very far to go before finding herself outside the doors of a run down bar. Knowing that the rest of the convoy would be approaching the wreckage soon, Aideen contemplated waiting. If there was an army of a rebellion behind that door, it would be suicide to go in alone. Then again, perhaps this was her shot out of it all. Out of the demonic world she had been thrust into. Her shot to fix things. Aideen took a breath, her chest rising and falling with the action, before opening the door.<br/><br/>It was musty in the building, it smelt of years of neglect and decay. Aideen couldn’t help wrinkling her button nose. The dim light of the room negated her power and Aideen lost sight of the few lines she had been following. “Hello?” Her soft spoken words almost echoed in the seemingly empty building and the only reply she got was the wind rustling her long, raven color curls. Not waiting for someone to take her by surprise, Aideen began to walk the dusty room.<br/><br/>A breath caught in her throat as she leaned over the bar, spotting the man behind it. Involuntarily, Aideen took a few steps back, one pale hand rising to her mouth. “Lucas?” The woman managed to get out before receiving a blow to the back of her head, rendering her unconscious.