The Freenly City Skyport was a cathedral of glass and steel, glowing with the sterile, blue light of the GEM private terminal. As the black transport screeched to a halt on the tarmac, the cargo doors of a sleek, matte-black VTOL jet hissed open. Kaelan stood at the base of the ramp, his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the perimeter with the cold efficiency of a shark.
He didn't move when he saw Dahmer emerge, but his eyebrows shot upward when he realized the Architect of GEM was carrying the King of Deviloy like a prized possession.
"Get the medical bay ready," Dahmer barked as he ascended the ramp, his boots echoing on the metal. "And get us into the air. We're heading to Gwenreen City. Now."
"On it," Kaelan replied, already tapping commands into his wrist-mounted console. "The flight to headquarters will be six hours. I've signaled the surgical team to be on standby."
