[img]http://i.imgur.com/ylO8F8C.png[/img]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/AXy5Xzf.png[/img]

[b]Los Paraisos: The Flying Albatross[/b]
Moira rolled her eyes and leaned back even more as Thunderhawk spoke. To be honest, she had already sort of drowned out most of the questions being thrown about. She really wasn't interested in the answers either. All she wanted to know was where and when and she'd be there.

It didn't look like she was getting even that right now.

Syed took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his furrowed eyebrows twitching. Perhaps unsuprisingly, Thunderhawk was somehow worse when in charge. What the hell did he expect?! He was the one who said 'that's it', if he had more to say he should have said it! He pushed a hand through his hair. Was he baiting them? Trying to wind them up? If he was, it was working. For him at least. It was taking all he had to not start sparking up.

Instead he decided to browse through the crumpled and torn paperwork, trying to find anything they might have in common. Race, class, even just hair colour. If it was something like he was thinking of, he would imagine there would be a... type. The thought made him sick, but as usual his brain leapt straight for the worst situation possible.

He continued to listen throughout though, trying his best to not let Thunderhawk's sometimes patronising manner get to him. Although the knowledge that Guilders were forbidden to work here was new to him. He thought that there must have been some sort of arrangement. Well, that put a spanner in the works.

Moira blinked a couple of times. Awareness was never her forte. "We're... not in Artar?" she stared, her eyes wide. Her mind was blown. She had never left Artar before. "Why didn't anyone say anythin' earlier?"

She would have probably stood at the front of the boat bellowing about crossing the border if she did.

Even she pulled a face a little at the idea of setting up some of the group as bait though. Thank fuck Estelle shot that one down. Everyone bar Amy was younger than her [i]son[/i]. The thought of offering up girls young enough to be her daughters as a trap to fuck knows what... no. No, fuck that. She trusted her friends in situations of life or death before, but this was different. A glance to Syed (who was absolutely glowering at the spot Thunderhawk was before Estelle clocked him) confirmed that his thoughts were along the same lines. They both opposed it.

They had no backup after all.

And with that they were to split up and relax, with the intention of meeting up later. Which Dylan quickly protested. "Our best chance is probably at night, love," Moira sighed. Well, she guessed that was why. She sat back and downed some more of her wine.

Syed glared at nobody in particular. Even if that was the case, but how the hell could he relax or have fun with something like this on his mind?