“This is a crazy idea.” Tristan said into the intercom of his helmet.
“That’s how you know it will work.” Eve’s slightly static voice replied. “You just focus on keeping Hestia safe. I’ll do the crazy part.”
Tristan nodded, holding tighter to the woman with him. She was still unconscious, and that worried him. They had freed her from the lab, so her body was no longer being drugged. Why wasn’t she waking up?
“Show time.” Eve said, starting up the motorcycle as she saw the fleet of modified jets go by. She knew that they were looking for the escaped Host she now had. But she was clever and crazy. Which was why she sped out of the Agency’s garage with a sidecar chained to her bike, just behind the fleet of jets. She had a small window of opportunity to get them to safety before the planes circled around. She would find somewhere safer for them to hide in that timeframe.
She had to.
Tristan hurried into the old church, letting Hestia lean on him. She still wasn’t quite coherent, still feeling the effects of the drugs that had been used on her the past five or so years. He paused just after he left the entryway, waiting to hear the door close behind him. She had promised she would be right behind him. He waited.
Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, the sound of the heavy door slowly closing echoed through the empty chapel. He exhaled in relief and set Hestia down in one of the pews, gently helping her lay down before going to the door where she was leaning, head bowed and breathing labored as she clutched her shoulder. “Eve? Are you okay?”
She took a deep breath and lifted her head. Her face was so pale and her grey eyes were clouded. This all had to be harder on her, being a mortal now. He bet that she was too used to having more strength. “Damn…”
Her eyes closed again as her head fell forward and she slowly slid down against the wooden door to the floor.
Tristan’s eyes widened at the thick line of blood she left.
Eve had been shot.