Book 7. Chapter 9: The Odin defense force
By the time I was reaching the foot of the first large hill, not even five minutes of light jogging into the ash wasteland before me, I already had Odin on my visual.
“That was fast.” I said under my breath.
“Deary, I believe they’d been watching you for some time now.” Cathida hummed, hands folded over her virtual avatar while a finger tapped the side. “After all, you were walking up and down the area, likely looking quite suspicious if I had to guess.”
“What, me? Suspicious?” I tutted, “Do I look out of place? Wait, wait, don’t tell me - I should have worn green, right? Gods damn it, I knew the red just wasn’t complimenting my features today. Cathida, why didn’t you tell me?”
She, predictably, rose to the bait without a second of hesitation. “Don’t ask questions you can’t handle the answers for, I’m not here to crush and trample all over your feelings.”
“I suspect that’s a lie.” I said.
“And I suspect you don’t have an invitation to the neighborhood here.” She answered, clearly avoiding the accusation with aplomb.
I gave the formation of Odin a quick glance. Flying in a full V formation, even taking banking turns all as one. They passed over far above me, and that’s when I heard the sounds of a whistle.
That’s as close as I could identify. Like the sound of a small old human firework, that I’d seen in films and media. Only instead of going upwards into the sky, it felt like the sound was coming downwards. Shrill, spinning madly a little behind my position, and then going blonk and silent.