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[b]Los Paraísos: The Flying Albatross[/b]

It appeared that Dylan’s questions had opened a floodgate as the rest of the Pride - as well as the two new girls - immediately jumped down Thunderhawk’s throat in an attempt to illustrate how ludicrously underprepared the de facto leader seemed to be. Thankfully, though, Thunderhawk stopped the barrage of questions and addressed each of them in turn. His answers were sparse, leaving Dylan even more worried until he finally said that he did indeed have a partial list of missing women. 

“Well, at least it’s something to work with,” Dylan said, his voice regaining some of his cheer as he sipped at his Pina Colada. Unfortunately from his position he couldn’t really see the documents and pictures, but just knowing they had something was a huge relief. Which was immediately shattered by the realization that they didn’t actually have any jurisdiction in Los Paraísos. 

He didn’t know whether to feel nervous or excited. On one hand what they were doing was probably illegal if well intentioned, and they could easily end up making things worse by working against the officials. But...it was also so cool. This made them the rebel heroes, working in the shadows to aid the incompetent legal system. “Hey Trix,” he whispered underneath the flow of the conversation, “you know what this makes us? Superheroes! Masked vigilantes investigating the mysterious disappearances.” 

Damn, this would make such a good story! 

Suddenly Thunderhawk was knocked down, Estelle standing over him in anger. The sudden action snapped Dylan out of his fantasies. What had he missed? Well it probably didn’t matter, since Estelle quickly smoothed it over and the meeting came to an end.

[i]Aria. Xandra. Go with them. You guys know the area, right? Should be able to help them around… and get to know one another. You guys could probably have a bit of fun too,” [/i] Thunderhawk advised. [i]“Don’t be late, and be dressed good and ready to work.”[/i]

“Dressed good?” Dylan echoed in confusion. “Do you mean dressed fancy or dressed prepared for a stakeout? And just how are we supposed to have fun? Women are going missing, we should be doing something right away!”