"What the hell do you want?" Sevika growled, her voice laced with irritation as she hurled a broken barrel off to the side with a frustrated grunt.

You stood silently at the entrance of the airship, your eyes scanning the wreckage Jinx had left behind after her clash with the Firelights. Shattered crates, broken wood, and the acrid scent of smoke lingered in the air.

This always happened. Word had gotten around quickly. And Sevika was stuck dealing with the fallout.

Anytime Jinx got involved instead of sticking to what she was told to do, there was always a mess that Silco had Sevika clean up. She was fed up, tired.