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Airships: Old Associates

Elletra automatically stiffened at the mention of Nightmare.

“You have about two seconds to explain.” Elletra said in a hurried tone.

Hawkeye frowned, lost in thought, as he leaned against the edge of a table in the Armory. It was the quietest place he could think to go to at the time.

“Hawkeye?” Elletra arched an eyebrow, waving her hand in front of his eyes.

Hawkeye gave her a tight smile, “My apologies. This message is a bit… overwhelming. We have to tell Jerem. Follow me.”

Elletra took off after Hawkeye who was pounding the hallways towards the bridge.

“Wait! What is Four Peaks? Who’s Ryle?” Elletra called after him.

“Four Peaks was the name of the military academy I attended. Ryle was, um, an associate. He and I were usually the ones who trained for ‘special circumstances’.” Hawkeye said over his shoulder, not slowing his pace at all.

“He still works in Four Peaks, then?” Elletra asked, finally in step with him.

Hawkeye shrugged as he stopped in front of the door to the bridge.

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