SAN DIEGO, USA in route to TOKYO, JAPAN

Tremor never liked flying. He felt blind without the ground at his feet, perilous zooming through the sky in a big metal tube. The matter of comfort wasn't even considered when he tried to compare it to the sheer alieness of flight. The fun of going through multiple security checkpoints with forged papers was always nice. Being in disguise was also a nice perk. All he needed now was a mini-bar to wreck to get over all of his discomfort at the moment. 

It was amazing what a business suit and pair of glasses did to someones appearance. As far as this passenger jet was concerned he was just some stern-faced far-eastern salaryman on his way to some conference. Little did they know a highly wanted international criminal was sitting right next to them as they snored obnoxiously and sat staring dumbfounded at some clique in-flight movie. Harada just kept his nose buried in a paper he'd brought on-board from the terminal. It kept his mind sharp and his manners stern reading recent events. That or it just kept him awake on the coast-to-coast flight. The headlines were at least somewhat relevant today, Tremor mused internally.

[CENTER]U.N. TO HOLD CONFERENCE ON NATIONAL SECURITY REGARDING META-HUMAN THREAT[/CENTER] 

[center]VENEZUELAN QUAKE DISPLACES THOUSANDS.[/center]

[CENTER]LOST HAVEN'S POLARIS TOWER TO BE COMPLETED SOON[/CENTER]

[CENTER]ARE YOUR UNDERWEAR GIVING YOU INSOMNIA?[/CENTER]

The last headline made him chuckle to himself. Harada skimmed through the article about the tower, something about the tallest structure in the western hemisphere to be completed sometime in the next fiscal quarter. He was on the way to Tokyo, so he didn't much mind the trivia. The monks in Thailand had always said 'Better to be cultured than robbed blind.' However, Tremor wasn't a tourist in this case. No, he had a job to do. The headline about a meta-human conference only interested him slightly; he'd yet found a country willing to handle a threat like that head on. Until that came him and his kin were just as free as the rest of the world to be the little terrorist they all knew they wanted to be. He could hardly concentrate on reading the statistics of his little Venezuelan fiasco over the snoring of the large Canadian to his right. With a slight twist of his left ankle, Tremor sent a small jolt of vibration through the obese mans seat, causing him to pop right back into the realm of consciousness.

"Turbulence, huh?" grinned Tremor, small gold tooth flashing in his smirk as his eyes continued to pour over his paper. The shiny fang winked at the groggy passenger as Tremor ventured a question "What's an eight letter word for 'element that drives a story'?"

"Uh......Conflict?" stammered the man, before being interrupted by the intercom. "Attention Passengers this is your Captain speaking. We will be arriving at in Tokyo International Airport shorty."