The world is full of sinners, saints, saviors and executioners, and even despite that some things where constant. Like the insane chatter between old women, the soothsayers of the modern time. It was through this medium of communication that Nori heard tidbits of information. Gossip as unpredicatable as it was was a great way of learning information. One just had to know how to dig through the shit to the truth underneath. The cellphone at her ear seemed forgotten as the worried voice continued to speak at her, no never too her, the voice always spoke AT her. An infuriating thing.
"Norika, are you even listening to me?" A blink of her black eyes had her attention drifting off the conversation of the women waiting in line in front of her in the airport bag check line back to the phone.
"Not really, Mother." She said this in an exhasperated voice wanting nothing more then to hang up on the old fool of a woman.
"I said we are leaving in a few days, Aoi, Nobou are already in Nevada with your Uncle Lee." The phone was dropped from her ear and the end button hit even before the woman finished talking. Nori held no love for her parents, nor any for her siblings. The only sibling she had love and still did love was her dead brother Ren. The rest, were simply... flesh to be wasted.
Black eyes turned to Harley and Faith, silently appraising them. Exhasted beyond her normal sleep deprevation, she seemed to be hovering on the brink of passing out for at least the last five hours. But things needed to be done, plans needed to be tweaked and touched up before sleep could be expected to be allowed. Although she throughly expected to sleep like the dead on the plane. It was some private jet and apparently Shane didn't skimp with the money. Most airfields where full with private jets, massive Lumbering C-130 transport army planes, as well as every other major carrier that the FFA could muster for the great abandoning of Hawaii. It was stressful to have to put up with the bag check since they where directed to head to a seperate gate, one that instead of climbing through that worm hole of a corridor they left the safety of the terminal and climbed up the steps into the waiting sleek looking jet. It was a bother but a needed bother so they could get the fuck out of this hell hole.
A very heafty price had to be paid to get all of her weapons through security without being checked after all, she carried a personal arsenal of weapons to the new place, where ever these wolves went to settle.
Cellphone, shoes, jacket, backpack where dropped into the plastic case as she stepped through the metal detector. Of course it went off and she had to flip out her military ID to show she had metal in her shoulder. Shrapnel that couldn't be removed for fear it would leave her without any feeling in her left side. Dead eyes stared at the fat black woman who glared at her like she was some kind of terrorist. Oh if she only knew. They where letting one of the most lethal humans through security, a secret weapon, a WMD.
