The area surrounding Dawson City was covered in trees. The Yukon city was the last Canadian city on the Alaska Highway before entering the Frontier State.
And in the dense woods of pine and spruce, a silver metallic object was flying low. It dodged the massive tree trunks, but didn't seem to care when it slammed into the underbrush.
The object finally slowed down and stopped in a clearing. It looked like a giant metal vulture, with a curved silver beak and steel talons with hooked claws at the end. It was only at a second glance anyone would realize the first impression was deceptive -- it was not a metal bird, but armor made to look like one. And underneath all that armor, there was a hint of something human -- a lower jaw underneath the skull-like helmet.
"'Bellatrix' calling 'Orion'. Can you hear me?"
The iron harpy waiting for a reply. A froggy voice cracked through the interference. "Where are you?"
"Two hours away from target."
"Very good. Maintain radio silence. Good hunting, 'Bellatrix'."
Silent save for a metallic hum from the engine on her back, Bellatrix flew on.
