At her energetic reply, Sabel made her Mangusta quickly return to the airspace above the prostrated Africans. Joining the other helicopters, the four Mangustas circled around the prisoners like sharks. Considering the firepower they had to bear, it was quite apt.
As I walked, Zanele and her party began to discuss in hushed tones.
"Exa, that Sabel, how old is she to be able to command such machinery? I wasn't aware the Sins had already given birth. Whose daughter is she?"
[Sabel isn't exactly what you would call a person. She is an AI. She was created by Lady Bella; she is the one the AIs call their mother. The lord is their father. The rest of the Sirens are their aunts. And I am their grandmother.]
"Matriarch Zanele? Who are you talking to?"
"Zinhle, did you see the large boar? Isn't that the prince of the Jaber clan, Titantusk?"