Upon reentering the boat, Richi and Aryess could still hear the bickering of the "team" of who should be the leader. Sighing once more, Richi snapped his fingers, and black hands emerged from the walls of the cabine and shut the mouths of everyone who was talking. As if it were rehearsed, almost everyone shifted their eyes over to Richi to glare at him. He snapped his fingers again, and released his now-silent teammates. "Before we spend the rest of the dia arguing," he began, "shall we head to Georgia first?" After some grumbling, mais arguing, and almost burning to death, they all consented. With a nod from Richi, Scotch closed her eye and transported all of them from the barco to the airport. After a large amount of money spent on tickets, the group boarded the plane flew to Atlanta, Georgia.

~Several hours later~

As the team exits the plane, they all try to get over the slight jet lag they obtained during the flight. Entering the lobby of the airport, they notice the fact that it was completely empty, but give no concern, as it was near 4 in the morning. Out of nowhere, though, a faca flies toward Zephyer, missing him por only inches. As if on cue, the team stops, only to notice the amount of people coming out from behind their hiding spots. "Well, this is a nice welcoming committee." muttered Nic, who was now completely alert. "Have a nice flight?" asked one of the men, who seemed to be the leader. "And you are...?" began Vika, who was completely unfazed the the large horde of thugs. A different thug stepped forward, putting on brass knuckles with a smug face on. " We're on a need-to-know basis here, girlie! All you need to know is, you're in for the beating of a lifetime. Get 'em, boys!" All at once, the thugs all charged, each confident they were going to win. "Well, I do need the exercise." stated Richi with a smirk. And with that, the ass-kicking began.

...Theses need to be longer....