It had been 3 days already and no sign of the two she pursued. Frustration was catching up to her and also fatigue. Stopping to rest was not an option for her. The wind whipped her face as she jetted across the sky on her hovering craft, jacket flailing at the speed. Grumbling to her self, she pushed on, scouting the land beneath her. There as a town approaching. It was an old-looking place, dim and dreary. Her craft flew silently as she whisked across the sky, searching the streets. It was getting dark, it being evening already, and that frustrated her further.
When she began to drift of, she realized that she needed to rest, however much she hated to admit it. She struggled to stay awake, and it almost cost her, when she barely avoided collision with the side of a building as she unknowingly had descended below the rooftops. But this was going to cost her. Before she could regain control, she skidded along, scraping back and forth a bit until it all came to an end and she was flung from her craft and sent crashing into the street, tumbling to a stop. She coughed and stumbled to her feet before dusting off, the form of travel disappearing into the sky. The sound of chattering caught her attention, and she wandered over to the nearby building, avoiding the stares from the few people who saw her fall from above and pretending like nothing had happened.
It was a bar. She could smell the alcohol even before reaching the entrance. Sighing and coughing, she pulled open the door and stepped inside to the much drearier atmosphere and glanced at all the vocal citizens. She was a slender young woman, very fit and healthy from the looks of her. Her black hair was chopped short, and her pointed ears were littered with a few earrings. She wore a waist-cut jacket and shirt, showing her torso, and what seemed like uniform pants and boots. Then there was her matching black cat tail swaying behind her. Behind her head, at the base of her scull, there was what looked like an implant of sorts, a small metal object, flat and smooth against her skin, beneath the bottom of her choppy hair and half hidden by it.
She walked on in slowly, examining the people as she made her way to the counter. Her wake-up call was wearing off now, and slowly, she grew tired again, taking a seat beside someone and resting her elbows down, staring at the countertop. At a closer look, she was a bit beat up and she had a few tattoo-like markings on her body, concentrated near her spine above her pants. She took a deep breath and sighed quietly, trying to keep her eyes open. This mission had not been going well for her at all.
