As she rode down a country road to where her crash happened, her mind traveled through the past. Iolanthe had only failed one mission, out of all the shots she fired she only missed once. Zion wasn't the reason she quit but when she did she always regretted him getting away. Now she had a chance, then she would put an end to killing for good. Zion was her first target and he was the reason she continued on. Iolanthe refused to miss ever again.
She looked down and saw she was going way over the legal speed limit. Thinking about that horrid man getting away made her blood boil and so instead of slowly down she sped up. Her motorcycle let out a few pops before gunning ahead. The wind felt amazing on her face as it thrashed her hair around in the back knotting it up. It would be pain later but she could care less, she was now pulling up to where a man was attempting to hook up her planes wreckage and take it somewhere else, off private land.
She kicked her kickstand down and stepped over the barbed wire fence the was ripped apart in that area thanks to her crash. As she got near she yelled over the wind "Do you need any help?"
Iolanthe must of startled the man because he jumped and knocked the back of his head on the wing of the plane. He turned around rubbing the back of his head. "Who are you?"
"I'm the pilot." She answered as she finally came up to him.
"I thought I heard that the pilot was in the hospital." He looked at her suspiciously.
Iolanthe reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys, "if I wasn't how would I have a spare set of keys?"
He contemplated it for a minute before he nodded in satisfaction "okay, okay I guess that makes sense of enough." He stuck out his hand, "I'm Jamison and I'm attempting to get your wreckage out of here."
Iolanthe became confused, "I would think that would take more than one person."
Jamison nodded "oh it does but its the weekend and everyone's off. So its just me here to take care of everything."
"Well I'm here if you need assistance, I won't be leaving anyways." She made it very clear that she wasn't letting her plane out of her sight.
"Well if you put it that way, do you mind taking this cord and hooking it up over there." He pointed near the wing that was busted out.
"Yeah sure thing," Iolanthe grabbed the hook and made sure it secure.
"It's a Cessna right?"
"Yeah she's a Cessna F406" She spoke as she pulled her hair up in a ponytail.
"So what's her name?" Jamison patted the plane.
"Her name is Rudra" she was now studying the podded engine on her small craft, it was burnt out and smouldered. Sharp metal pieces stuck out from when it blew.
"Good name, what happened?"
Iolanthe pulled out some duck feathers from inside it, "pesky birds."
An hour later they had the plane up on a giant trailer where it would be hauled off to the hangar to be fixed up again.