In fact... }She feels a tug on her awareness, similar but not identical to the compulsion she experiences when being forced to watch a specific sequen...e of events, and the airport terminal begins to fade around her.{No!}She objects immediately, without even thinking about it.{But, if you're that certain it's a trap.}{Wait, just let me think for a second.}Gavin acquiesces, but she senses how on edge he is, ready to pull her back to him in an instant.Her surroundings snap back to their former. ”“Such as... ?”“We’ll get into those later. To quote Serana, it’s complicated. I won’t keep secrets from you, it’s just that ... here, with these people, this isn’t the place. For now, let’s get some food and rest.” I could tell that answer didn’t sit well with her, but she accepted it.It was still dark the next morning when we left, fed and rested. We’d barely left the canyon when a figure in black, an Argonian, leaped out of the bushes ahead of me. I shouted at him, “FUS RO DAH!” and sent him. I was only at three thousand feet, but since it was so damned hot, I may not glide as well, and I didn't know the answer to that. There were two good looking fields but one likely target was the seventh fairway of Manasota Country Club. As soon as I made a pass, turned, and lined up, Stewart said, "Take us back up. That was a good decision. The fields would be good too, but the golf course was perfect."We did a touch and go at the airport and headed north, going around the busy Orlando air. We heard you were coming. Additional men have been summoned per your orders."Both guards held spears and a hissing torch lit my entry between the observation post's sandbagged positions. The small guard post had a simple flat roof supported by four stout poles, the sandbags protecting them from the weather to some extent. The plain walls were only chest high so their crossbows could easily rest on them for support. Both major northern facing paths had these types of positions, a rather weak.