(Back to Leo's POV, aboard Craft H203)
Leo sat comfortably in the bloody craft cockpit, as he waited to reach the rendezvous point without any hiccups, when a voice suddenly crackled through the comms panel.
"Black Serpent Craft 20H3, do you copy? Please respond. This is Captain Makwana of the pursuing vessel dispatched by Vice Guildmaster Antonio."
Leo's eyebrow twitched.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face as he stared at the source of the voice.
"I knew in my gut that someone was following me."
He had hoped his escape from Twin Fang would be clean.
Had hoped that his escape raised no major alarms or red flags to make the Black Serpents chase after him.
But fate clearly had other plans, for someone had picked up his trail and was still red hot on it.
"Craft 20H3, please come over the radio, this is not a request.
Not responding to a senior officer is a crime. State your status immediately, or we will shoot you down."
