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[b]Los Paraisos: The Flying Albatross[/b]
Xan's expression wasn't the only one which became confused. Sy too became visibly puzzled when the pair shook hands. He couldn't tell until they made physical contact with one another, but something felt a little odd. Not physically, but [i]magically[/i]. What the?

He then caught sight of her expression before he quickly released his grip. That was wierd. "Haha..." he didn't know what to do with himself anymore, and it was painfully obvious. "Probably static... yeah. Sorry about that." With a quick forced smile he quickly averted his eyes back to Thunderhawk, cupping his hands around his soda nervously.

Moira pulled a face. Well, that was probably the most awkward introduction ever. She shrugged at Lucien. Fuck if she knew what happened.

Well, time for the briefing. Moira sighed and rolled her eyes. Eh, Sy will have it. She'll just enjoy her wine. She took a sip. Oh bloody hell she was right to trust Amy's judgement. This stuff was better than the wine she shared with Harrison at Museo! She could almost hear the chorus of the angels already. How expensive was this stuff?!

[i]“The mission is this: Young women around the island have been going missing..."[/i] A pause. [i]"That’s it. Any questions?”[/i]

Moira was seconds away from spraying a mouthful of wine across the table, the bottle just touching her lips. Instead she stared wide eyed, before slamming her bottle on the table. "You what?!" She didn't even have time to stop paying attention! This was worse than Fenaru! "Fuckin hell...!"

Syed started coughing, having to push his chair back to allow himself to double over. Ow ow ow [i]ow![/i] Unfortunately for him he was in mid-sip, and instead of spitting out his drink it went down the wrong way. He spluttered as someone slapped his back to help him out. What? Was that it? Literally that?

Thankfully Dylan had already started to indeed ask questions; the really obvious sort which should have been told in the first place. "Yeah people don't just... vanish in thin air," Moira scowled, before bringing her head back and taking another gulp of wine. There had to be [i]something[/i].

After thudding his chest a little, Syed's coughing fit lessened enough for him to add a couple of questions of his own. "Do we at least know anything about the women?" He coughed again, eyes watering with pain as he did so. He'll be okay, he'll be okay. "Like, if they're locals or tourists? If they have anything in common?"