BTS To The Edge of The Sky: Plots & Twists of the Past

_AUGUST 26, 2078_
_NEFARION_SOUTH GATE_
_2:15am_

3rd POV

     The rain poured and lightning struck the skies. The wicked snare on High Priestess' lips widened even more upon their arrival at the abandoned plane of PHAMTON Alpha.

     With no knowledge that the operatives were no longer residing within the vehicle, they trudged forward, broke down the door but found the place empty. Pri had ordered her men to rummage the place, to find anyone.

     "They're gone?" She was bewildered with her men returning empty handed. "Gone!? HOW!!?" She turned a table over in anger, damaging its light display and at the same time disorganizing whatever properties were left on it. She immediately turned to Seventeen and gripped on her shirt. "Where are they?! You said they'd be here!" She demanded. Seventeen fought her grip and spoke out, acting, "Well how the hell would I know where they are!? When I left, dinner was about to be cooked while most of them were asleep!!"

     Mags ignored their loud argument and destroyed one of the room's door panels, opening the door with ease. Her eyes scanned the room and her brows furrowed as she found it clean and neat. She hummed in curiosity and forcefully entered another room which was in the very same state. She turned back around with a hunch and exclaimed, "They left!".

     This immediately caught Pri's attention as she stopped arguing with Seventeen. The young Wraith held her composer to avoid being found out of her plan. "What the fuck does that mean?!" Pri yelled. "Somehow, it seemed as if they knew we were coming. From my observations they left hardly 13 minutes ago." It was Temperance's turn to answer as she, too, found the rooms too neat. "Not a single property too valuable belonging from those PHASe operatives is left or found."

     Pri darted her eyes to the Wraith who gave her the same glare. "Freya!" Pri called. The blond came pushing passed her men like they were nothing, her axe resting upon her right shoulder. She simply stared at Priestess, waiting for her orders.

     "Destroy everything here. That way, if they ever plan on escaping, they wouldn't have a way of doing so from Nefarion! Burn it down, I want to see it explode!!!" Freya smirked, seeming to like that idea and began with the task.

     Seventeen watched as the plane burned to bits, the ashes and burning scent of metal going airborne around them. "Argh!" Caught off guard, Freya kicked her from behind and placed her axe's blade right before her throat, drawing a bit of blood. "I knew it." He blond muttered while Seventeen struggled to keep the axe from slicing her head.

     "I knew there was something about you! But they didn't want to believe me...." Seventeen winced at Freya's bloodthirsty eyes. "What happened to you Two?" She blurted out. Freya's eyes widened with shock, the familiar name she had longed to forget, now once again spoken out loud. She took her axe away and lifted her heel, kicking Seventeen's cheek.

"Don't fucking call me that!!!"

      Her actions continued until Seventeen could no longer defend herself from the pain. Temperance and the Magician heard the continuous sounds of punches and looked for its source. "Freya stop that right this instant!! We still need her!" Temperance pulled her away, scolding her. Seventeen watched them as her breathe went ragged, blood drooling from her mouth.

     "I see." Pri utters, now standing just behind her. Seventeen turned to look up at her. Pri looked so tempted to kill her on the spot. "You warned them. You purposely told them."