The night itself had seemed deceptively quiet, a gentle solitude and yet it was anything like a furious tornado ripped through the wreckage of their life leaving nothing but pure destruction within its wake. The murky depths of the harbour resembling those unforeseeable futures that loomed precariously before her and the rest of the pack. Yet, it could have been far worse and yet she could not contain the uncertainty she faced now. A question now lingered between the unreadable but still visibly Tetradore, a hesitation he lingered within before a singular name left his lips. Nothing more than... one name alone. Matteo. Like that didn't unfurl an army of more questions than actual answers. Like who the hell Matteo was? So many unspoken questions that were forced down simply because she struggled to keep the volatile lava that threatened to push through the threshold of her heated skin. She was hardly aware of the bite in that air as Tetradore placed those bags into the Noir wordlessly, not a hint to what that plan he conducted within his head. Why didn't he seem more alarmed that his cohort had stolen one of his cars was beyond her. It was no surprise that Tetradore was possessive and meticulous of those vehicles, above most things.
How she seemed to desire some form of reassurance from Tetradore that he never offered, a desire for mere touch... or hell.. A god damn hug. How odd that was for her to crave! How usually independent she was and yet all of that once again pushed aside as they were joined by a mysterious presence. Vampire and a group of nameless others. She began to name them in her mind... and no one seemed to pay her any attention. It was all moving so desperately fast and she remained in the worst possible place, in the dark. The transaction between himself and the Brit only furthering that chaotic confusion as she found herself instinctually moving closer toward the stoic panther. An anchor within that blinding chaos that was followed by a worried whisper upon her lips. Who were these people? That simple answer did little to settle her. Part of her felt as though it was more a violation. How much that wolf wished to push to the surface, to protect against the swarm of stranger people.
One by one, they all lay claim to a vehicle. Amidst it all, Tetradore had already procured her helmet. Her gaze shifted from the flurry of activity to that hand. Of course, she would follow him, even with all that was left unanswered between them, growing near mountainous by now and yet she dipped her head in a nod of resolve all the same. There would be a world of time to process.. But now was the time to act. Her lips parted as though she was going to speak some of those more rare, heartfelt words. He might have been stronger than anyone she had ever known but he was not bulletproof. Those words were however interrupted by the Brit which declared they were ready to go. To where? Well, that was anyone's guess...
Regardless, she could not help but be in awe of the cacophony of sound from all those roaring engines... She could feel the rumble within her chest and how certain she was to see the very ocean tremble from its power. She was just about to place the helmet upon her head as the pair exchanged a look. She straightened her back, filling herself with motivated determination before she mounted the vibrant red Ducati. The action of driving the motorcycle seemed to provide a comfort, a brush of familiarity.
The she-wolf drew in a deepened breath, the tightness that gripped her heart easing as she followed behind the striking god-tier Bugatti. Her hands tightened upon the handlebars, testing the engine beneath her palms. That felt good. Right.
She followed close enough behind Tetradore who led the charge, a parade of exotic cars and motorcycles in his wake. She felt almost protected being framed by those vehicles and yet unsure of the strangers who were at her back. It was almost a crime upon itself not to allow them the speed they deserved, it was like holding back a horse that desired to run. The last thing they needed was to draw more police attention than they already had with the sinking cargo ship. Fortunately, the ride itself was uneventful minus the glances... and it soon became clear that they were no longer within the West as they drove up to a massive mansion.
The gates possessed armed guards and towering gates that already opened as if anticipating their arrival. What the hell was this place? She could not help but gawk, taking in the extravagant home. It was spacious and the perfect place to harbour a fleet of priceless vehicles that slowly made their way up that long driveway. She couldn't imagine who owned such a place, although that British man had possessed that air of undeniable sophistication. Yet Tetradore was well connected within that city she just was clearly oblivious to just how much.
In an almost choreographed manner, as the vehicles parked Mira parking next to Noir... its title so plain for something so... impressive. She dismounted her own bike, determined at the very least to see this through. She suspected they would not be there long.
There was a sense of relief like a breath they hadn't known they were holding as those precious vehicles found their way to safety behind those gates that sealed behind them. All that was left to figure out was what they were going to do with themselves. A thought that plagued her mind fleetingly as she removed the helmet, shaking her long brown locks out as she had done a million times before.
Tetradore climbed easily out of the car, standing beside her to take in the sight of those cars finding their resting space. They wouldn't be out of the elements but they would be safe from people. He looked like a protective parent with clear hard judgement within his watchful emerald gaze. The Aventador was nowhere in sight. Tetradore knew the man... surely he would know where to bring it. "I think your friend.... Decided to take advantage and go for a joy ride. You might have to sick Tobias on him.." She commented idly, unsure if she was joking or not by the last bit should this Matteo not show up. Not that she could fully blame this odd Matteo who seemed clearly fearless of Tetradore's retribution for his stolen car. Tetradore owned a candy shop of cars and not even been given the chance to sample.
She hoped the man could drive... well.. She remembered how... jerky those movements were as he drove away, the way the car jolted forward made her soul cringe.. It was as if the man was unable to drive in a straight line. She thought it best to not bring up that part to Tetradore, the last thing he needed to worry about was that car not surviving the trip.
Tetradore moved to grab the bags from the back of the noir.. What? Why did they need their bags now? He slung it over his shoulder. Were they staying here? It was clear that none of this was clear, at least to no one but her. She half expected for the staff to appear around them, but they oddly dispersed as quickly as they had been summoned, unsure of where they simply left. Well... all disappeared except for the well dressed Brit and another man who quickly followed. He looked like a bodyguard... and yet he didn't appear to have an obvious weapon nor that disposition she could spot a mile away. Sebastion, the well-dressed Englishman ushered them toward that home. It was far bigger up close than from the road. Tetradore's business associates did seem to possess endless pockets. "Wow.." Mira uttered softly more to herself, barely more than a whisper.
Tetradore was quick to question the whereabouts of this Matteo. Just how well did Tetradore know his friend? Could he have made away with the vehicle.. Or worse.. Crashed the damn thing. That would be a blow she was sure that Tetradore would unravel that usually unflappable demeanour. But was odd was the casual way he spoke to the man. As if he was simply more a friend than a business associate.
Mira by no means a meek person to fall in the background simply waiting until she was spoken to. But damn, what she wouldn't do for her bar right now. Her bar which was nothing but waterlogged.
"Can anyone call him? He might need a gentle....reminding that it doesn't belong to him.. Friend or business associate or not... A man should not put hands on another man's car without permission." Maybe she was just a little salty at being bested by the teleporting Frenchman, her arms folded loosely over her chest that unravelled as she took a singular step forward.
"Oh.. and hello, we were never introduced amidst the chaos. I'm Mira." She smiled as she would any of her frequent patrons, sliding into that sociable demeanour as though the world had gone to absolute chaos. Molten eyes met each of their eyes, studying them in her own way, attempting to read them as she did most people upon meeting them. There was something uncanny about the blue-eyed man, something she couldn't quite put a finger on... and yet if Tetradore trusted him enough with his precious cars he couldn't be all that bad. She curiously wondered which one would be the first to slip. Giving her an inkling as to who they were.