L-Hawk hovered above the ground, his wings spread wide, silver feathers glinting in the dim light.
He tapped his earpiece and tilted his head slightly.
"L-Snake just messaged," he said, his voice calm. "He's on his way."
L-Shark's saw-blade arms shifted, his metal teeth clicking together.
"He finished his job?" he asked, eyes bright.
L-Hawk's feathers ruffled slightly. "Seems that way," he said.
"He said he handled the three siblings."
Theron's claws scraped the ground as he tried to lift his head, his eyes still sharp despite his bruises.
"Don't worry," L-Hawk muttered. "They're still alive."
Fiona hovered above on her hoverpack, her headset glowing with data.
"L-Hawk," she called out. "What happened over there?"
L-Hawk's eyes half-closed, his wings steady.
"It's just L-Snake," he said, his tone steady. "He handled his job."
Fiona's grin widened as she turned to the camera.
"Do you hear that, fans?" she said, her voice bright.
