Eris stiffened at his caress, she didn't mean to, it was a force of habit. She had prevented men from laying a finger on her for the past few years, she had no desire to be hurt like she had been that night, a few weeks after her father had abandoned her to those thugs. They had found no more use of her since the ransom wasn't coming, and she knew nothing of what her father actually did, so they sold her to a 'gentleman's club', whose owner was far from gentlemanly. Where else would she have gotten the nickname Discordia? One of the guys there had a sense of humor and a bit of knowledge in Greek Mythology, so that was her name from then on. One night, they decided she wasn't bringing in the cash as well as she could have, so they took advantage of her and threw her out on the streets. Wasn't it obvious why she felt uncomfortable at a man's touch?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Don't think about it now...</span>she thought, strapping herself onto the passenger seat and leaning back, shutting her eyes while she listened to Jason check everything over.<br/>"Fuel-"<br/>"All gauges are functioning perfectly-"<br/>"Several men with guns are running into the bunker-" Her eyes opened in an instant, and she sat up, "WHAT?!" She could see a bunch of them running at the plane, guns aimed and ready. They weren't her men, she could see her guys in a firefight with some of the unknown gunsmen, barricading themselves behind the limousine. A muffled boom, and the limo was up in flames, men flying through the air. Eris grit her teeth tightly, gripping her new weapon tightly by its hilt, but that wasn't necessary since Jason slammed the controls forward, making her knock her head on the headrest by the force. The metallic twanging of bullets ricocheting off metal could be heard as they gained altitude.<br/><br/>Heart racing, Eris dared to look down out the window at the bunker growing smaller and smaller, she could see a few vans drive off. She put her hands to her forehead, sighing relieved as she leaned back in the chair. Gaining some of her calmness back, she asked not so calmly, "Who the hell were they?"