We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Human nature was a vile beast, its ugliness often amplified when a person underwent a change into a supernatural change, everything was amplified. But humans, like the one they were going after had deluded themselves that he could control anything and anyone. Including, short change Tetradore the money that had been owed, simply because he could. All because one tiny little man believed himself to be untouchable. Sometimes men like them were even more savage than the actual animals they turned into.

Such thoughts hardly stuck around for long as they flew over that somewhat turbulent water. It was nothing in comparison to what the volatile sea was capable of. The land on either side kept that turbulence to a dull roar. It was exhilarating, the way the warm wind whipped at her face and sent her hair flying, whipping about like a banner behind her. They were so far from home, from everything that could have leached the joy and carefree freedom that was offered to them in those fleeting moments. Here, she didn't have to worry about who to be, how to keep herself so severed from her emotions for fear of losing control of that lava that flowed just beneath the surface of her skin. Everything was so carefully tucked away or concealed so tightly buried in that safe within.


He hardly protested her hogging of all the driving. Why? She was surprised he gave it up without a pinch of defiance. It was like she was practically welcoming it with those teasing words. "I'll hold you to that." She replied cheekily, a smile spreading upon her face. That was, as long as everything went according to plan. There was always a risk with these kinds of missions. No matter how safe you play it, or how careful you plan. You had to be in the right head space, there was no time to have your mind drifting away. You had to be on your top game or it was a mistake that could be your last. It was convenient, a rather cushy safety blanket that one of them could teleport them to safety in only a few short moments. Such a gift could be proven incredibly handy, she hardly forgot that moment where it had kept her from harm's way. Just how far away could he teleport? Could he not just teleport from shore? Or perhaps he simply used any excuse to spend time on this boat.


She blissfully was unaware of how he watched her, the way he looked at her. In truth, he probably saw that slight panic as fleeting as it was when the motor growled in a strained fashion when they were entirely airborne for a moment. The boat freaking shuddered. Was it even supposed to do that? She was almost positive she might have almost broken it. How would she ever live that one down? Apparently, boats like this were hardier than one would think. He didn't even say a word, but she gripped that wheel tighter so that her knuckles turned white and even despite that worry she couldn't fight a smile. She liked the way it made her heart sing, how free she felt in this rare moment. She peered back at Tetradore only to catch him watching her, he looked like an illuminated phoenix the way the sun played on those tousled locks framing him from the glow of the setting sun. He had a created a monster. There were moments when she couldn't help but wonder just what he was thinking. Was he nervous? "What are you thinking about? You're far too quiet back there." She probed, keeping an eye fixated on not crashing into a rock or that randomly floating buoy.


Unfortunately, the time had come to tame the speed demon within her. Tetradore's words were nothing but sobering when he said it was time to slow down, she almost pouted. That happened far too quickly as far as she was concerned. How lucky the man was that they had a task at hand or the feisty woman would perhaps have made other plans of her own. Plans that would perhaps require measures to be taken into relinquishing her control over that wheel.


Now she had a taste, a small taste for that impressive power, speed and serenity and she wanted more. As she slowed down the boat, a little reluctantly she peered at the vessel in the distance, studying it, contemplating just what they were doing out on the water in the first place.


Mira admitted she hadn't the faintest idea on how to park the boat, a frown temporarily found her features. However, Tetradore was quick to act as he quickly rose to his feet as he resumed his spot at the helm of the ship, a true captain. Although, she wasn't sure if a true captain would allow a complete novice to take a stab at controlling this boat. Not that she was complaining. Maybe he just had a soft spot for wolves.

How easily he seized control, she stepped out of his way to allow him to do his thing while she watched utterly uselessly. He worked with such ease, he knew this ship inside out, he made it look so easy it was impressive to watch. It hardly phased him and yet, she had not yet seen the man flustered once. He seemed to handle everything in stride, the man was entirely unflappable as far as she was concerned, she wondered if there was anything that could phase him? Anything that could pierce that hard stone exterior. He easily sent the anchor to its watery depths. Just how far down did it have to go to meet the ocean floor? She almost had half a mind to peer over the side and into those watery depths.


She took those offered bags with ease, placing them so they hung off one arm, safely. She would not want to be the one to set it off. The duffel bags had some good weight to it. He broke down the plan, a rather seamless plan, in theory, she listened intently and yet she felt almost distracted, tipping her head slightly as she tasted and tested that plan in her mind. Her job was painfully simple and yet she was altogether content with this plan. There was a very small window for shit to go wrong.

She smirked at that mention of feigning seasickness. In other words, play the weak damsel, so they wouldn't suspect a thing. She had no qualms with using that to her advantage if it got the desired result. She would relish in that look in their eyes that they were so fatally wrong, but by that point, they would probably be blasted into way too many pieces to tell. But if they gave them all they wanted then this would be a rather boring transaction.. But that would mean maybe more play time on the boat? Mira and perhaps even Tetradore had sneaking suspicion that the man hardly intended to part with his money without a fight. "Play harmless arm candy.. Sounds straightforward enough." She mused, humour dancing within her voice. "They won't see me coming." She already knew they would simply underestimate her simply because of her gender and she wouldn't give them a reason to think otherwise. He offered her a hand to take so they could teleport on out of here..


"Hmm.." She spoke, as though musing something she hadn't before. Of course, she knew exactly what she was doing, that impish gleam fighting to find its way to the surface. She slid in close, not grabbing his outstretched hand just yet but it was as though as she fully intended to. How close they were, her body but a hair strand away, as though beckoning. But to be entirely honest, she hadn't the faintest clue to how he would react, but she wasn't thinking of that now. Her movements are entirely fluid and seamless as she relishes in that closeness for but a second. Her eyes decided to meet those striking emeralds he possessed for eyes. She leaned in so that her lips dared to hover so close to his.. "Just in case.." She merely whispers, before leaning in, letting her lips brush against his own for just a stolen moment, grabbing that outstretched hand as she does. The kiss, however, was long enough to notice how soft those lips were, as she stole that seemingly innocent kiss. She hadn't expected that sensation to wash over her, that electrical spark igniting.


Her movements deliberate and yet languid as she was in complete control of everything her body did. But she was a tough person to read, but he was even more so. She hardly let her emotions show, many years of conditioning had made her seem entirely indifferent as far as emotions were concerned. Regardless, she acted as though the act was entirely natural, plus she was just arm[ed] candy right? Might as well get into the role. She was hardly superstitious and yet she said the words. "Por suerte." Those Spanish words slipped from her lips so fluidly, allowing her eyes the flutter across his features as if to read his mood, but he would most likely be just as unreadable as before.

She wondered if it would be enough to shake him up, to make him wonder, to awake his senses to light a fire for their little mission. The woman could hardly resist the moment to tease those untouchable waters. Especially with those thoughts from earlier swimming circles in her mind. A subtle enticing grin appeared, her expression filled with resolve. She was perfectly content to allow the man to stew, or maybe he would remain perfect unwavering. "Now how about we pay your good old friends a little visit." There was that invitation to whisk them away onto that ship with enough explosives that could probably take out an entire block. There was tenacity etched firmly within her voice. She is unafraid and willing to look into the darkness, even if it dared to look back.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS