Izaya watched her fly off towards the highest mountain peak. He wasn't sure what he was feeling but it could have been a twinge of regret. The feeling didn't linger long when he thought about making them pay at that facility for everything they had put him through. They wouldn't be expecting him to return so soon, they would expect him to run. He figured they wouldn't know what hit them until it was too late. It was with that train of thought that Izaya headed back towards the facility.<br/><br/>He made it back to the general area of the facility in record time fueled by a craving for retribution. From as far as three miles out, the facility covered the majority of the horizon and that, as they say, was literally the tip of the iceberg. There was so much underground that even he had not seen that he started to wonder if this was such a good idea. That was when he saw the roof of one part of the facility open and aircraft began to rise from its bowels. At first he thought that he had been spotted someway but the aircraft didn't fly towards him.<br/><br/>At first he was relieved that he wouldn't need to battle the half dozen or so aircraft that had departed the facility. He realized at that moment why they hadn't come after him. They had headed off in the direction of the mountains. Had they spotted her some way when she had took flight? He had tried to warn her that they would never leave her alone. Now he was left with a choice. Should he abandon his mission to help her? Now would be the perfect time to strike. Or should he head to the mountains to help her in any way that he can? It didn't seem right somehow to save her just to leave her alone and outnumbered. There might be a chance that they would kill her or worse, recapture her.