Prince Lann was sitting in the front seat of the vehicle, watching as Mason vainly attempted to interrogate the female assailant. Both of the Prince's vehicles sped across the local highway, and towards the nearby airport, where the Prince's plane was already alerted and being prepared for a premature take off. The Prince was more worried about what was about to happen between their two countries more than he was really worried about his own safety. Lann was at a complete loss for words, and for once in his life did not know what he should do. The young boy felt that something big was about to happen, and had no idea what to do about it. The Prince observed as the young girl sat upright in her chair, facing the window.
The young girl had a very defeated and upset look stretched across her face, "You won't make it out of the country," she stated bluntly.
The Prince bit his lip as Mason grabbed the girl forcefully by the chin, the Prince wanted to intervene, but realized it was probably best to let Mason do what he was trained to do.
"They don't want him to leave alive, and they always get what they want," she continued, staring the Prince down. "War is coming, and the Prince will be the spark."
The Prince had hundreds of questions, "Who were 'They?'", "Why did they need the Prince dead?" but looking at the girl, he realized that she wasn't going to be willing to say much else. The Prince was almost in a panic, he absolutely needed to be back home to make sure everything was okay. For all he knew, their country could already be at war, and the Prince and his guard could come under fire from any direction at any moment. It was a scary, dangerous feeling being in a potentially hostile country. The Prince turned back towards the front of his seat, staring out the front window as he watched their escort vehicles slowly approach the airport. The Prince flipped the glove compartment of the vehicle open, grabbing the Glock 17 handgun out of the glove compartment, stuffing it into the coat of his jacket before stepping outside the vehicle.
"The Ministry was informed of what happened with the would-be assassin, and would like to ensure that the Ministry was not behind this attempt. We have knowledge that this woman has been acting on her own and is suspected of several assassinations of high ranking political figures here with the Federation," The Erusian Guard stationed at the airport began
"If you would turn her over to us, we will see that she is properly tried and punished for her crimes against us and the attempted assassination of the Prince." He looked back to Mason and then to the Prince. "The Ministry, also, extends its invitation to stay until tomorrow morning. There is a large winter storm brewing on the boarder between our nations, and it should be done by morning. It would be safer to go then. Of course, if you are insistent on leaving, we've got your jet prepared to leave within the next fifteen minutes, but we do ask, for your safety, please consider staying until tomorrow morning."
The Prince's right hand was buried inside of his wool coat, his fingers softly wrapped around the grip of his pistol. The Prince didn't feel safe in this country after being so close to death, and wasn't sure if he would remain a target until he left the country, "We leave. Now." The Prince commanded, his guards escorting him out of the parking lot and onto the airfield.
The guard turned towards Lann as his entourage passed the checkpoint. "and the girl?"
Lann stopped for a moment. At first he contemplated turning the girl over to the Erusians, having an assassin on his plane wasn't a very comforting feeling. The Prince then remembered that he did promise he wouldn't allow the girl to be harmed, and she would probably face a very disturbing fate in the hands of the Erusians. "She comes with us." The Prince responded.
Prince Lann was escorted by his guard detail onto his personal plane that was now in the final preparations for take off. Lann stepped inside the plane, and watched as the girl was forcefully shoved in behind him. As the Prince took a seat, Mason unlatched the girl's handcuffs so he could cuff each of the girl's hands to the arms of her seat. Lann wasn't particularly pleased the way the girl was being treated, but he had to take into account that she did just make an attempt on his life just a few minutes prior. As the airlock for the plane shut to a close, and the plane's engines began to roar, Prince Lann noticed Mason grab a piece of cloth from the back of the plane. The bodyguard walked over to the girl, and tied the cloth over the girl's eyes in a neat blindfold. Lann knew exactly what Mason was about to do, but restrained himself from stopping his bodyguard. Lann bit his lip tentatively, looking in the opposite direction as Mason slipped on a pair of leather gloves.
Lann's eyes trailed back towards his bodyguard, "Who hired you?" Mason began, his hands gently beginning to wrap themselves around the nape of the girl's neck. With no response, the man started to apply pressure to the girl's neck. The Prince felt absolutely horrible, and watched as the young girl squirmed in her seat, squealing in a soft panic as Mason began to viciously choke the girl.
"Mason. Stop." Lann watched as his bodyguard turned towards the Prince, his hands still wrapped around the young girl's neck. "Now!" The Prince commanded. The Prince watched as Mason let go of the girl's neck, an abrupt heart-sinking feeling in his chest as the girl coughed violently and gasped for air. The Prince stood up, walking over to the girl as the plane began to depart for take off. Lann shot his bodyguard an awful stare as he pulled the blindfold from the girl's eyes. "She's a person, not an animal. Treat her as such."
Mason nodded as the plane began to roll across the runway, the engines flaring as the plane accelerated down the airfield and began to pick up altitude.