At the condo....

Aurora paces the small condo. Click-click-click goes the sound of her talons as she restlessly paces about. Her glowing blue plumage flares brightly with barely contained anger. "Damnit. Jack was in our bed just last night. There's no way he'd just leave without telling us."

Mazl growls low in her throat, her scorpion tail flicking dangerously. “He didn’t leave. He wouldn’t just walk out in the middle of the night without saying anything.” Her voice is sharp with anger, "It’s AWIO. Has to be. Those bastards."

Molly hovers nearby, wringing her hands, her wings fluttering in agitation. “Maybe he'z just… I don’t know… out getting zomething?” She winces even as she says it. “He wouldn’t leave uz, right? Not without a note, or…”

Aurora spins around her feathers flaring brightly. “Don’t kid yourself, Molly. You saw how AWIO’s been watching him. Watching us. Especially after the stunt we pulled. Their trace was likely complete, leading them straight to us. To him."

"There's no way he would have gone with them without a fight. Bzzt." Molly states.

Mazl rises from the couch, as her muscles tense. “Maybe he didn’t get a chance to fight,” she says, her voice low and dangerous. Her claws flex as her tone grows darker. “If they’ve laid a hand on him…”

“Then what?” Aurora snaps, her eyes locking onto Mazl’s. “We storm AWIO? Take down a whole operation on our own? Don’t be stupid.”

“Better than sitting around waiting for them to pick us off next!” Mazl snarls, her tail lashing against the floor with a sharp crack.

“Ztop it, both of you!” Molly shouts, her voice buzzing with desperation. “Thiz izn’t helping Jack!”

The room falls into a tense silence until the crack of the doorbell pierces the palpable tension. An unspoken arrangement happens quickly between the girls as they orchestrate their response to whomever is behind that door.

Aurora grips her hand on the doorknob, standing to the side and allowing a very intimidating looking Mazl to take her position with her claws unsheathed and venomous tail spikes ready to strike.

Molly prepares her stinger too, just in case. With a nod, the door flies open.