Marked

[Reeves]

The eagle continued to close in at rapid pace, giving even more power to the engines, something the ship was quite well reputed for. Among its various competitors occupying the so called VHF class, the eagle was special in the sense that it embodied practically unmatched agility. However, it accomplished this only through a generous allocation of internal component space for systems designed to push the engines to their full potential. This in turn resulted in a large hull size, with only moderate armor and a relatively small amount of the power plant's supply of current left over for the weapons and defensive systems. It lacked a thorough sense of aggression that would have been bettered suited to the person currently flying it.

Just as it seemed like Damian might fire, he pulled a hard right and went straight past Olivia in the kingfisher, likely only just realizing it was her in the ship and connecting the dots as to how that happened. It was a near-miss, if the cockpit glass wasn't in the way, then Olivia would have certainly tasted exhaust fumes as the dirty bronze silhouette screamed past her and went further into the field. Judging by the course it was taking, it seemed Damian was heading for the field on the far side of Planet Manhattan. Following this personal mission of vengeance any further wasn't bound to be easy from this point on, but it was obvious nobody was willing to concede defeat. Let alone a man as stubborn as Morreti.

"Ditch the ship, Police has put out a description of it." His tone was audibly curt despite the healthy degree of static garble which masked over it, an unavoidable byproduct of ship communications systems, further worsened by poor maintenance in this case. The white streak of Daman's eagle would fade as the ship persisted in burning away, locked in for an unknowable destination.

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