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“Alright chief lets roll!”

Despite having seen the views and action from numerous surfing videos, Nathan had never been in a helicopter himself.  It was very exciting, getting to put on the headset, sitting at the passenger seat and getting to see all the knobs and buttons he had to resist touching and pulling like an idiotic little kid.  Plus he didn't have that drunk to deal with for the time being.  So much goodness its almost hard to contain...

Then though, then he saw the mansion.

It wasn't so much the mansion, the place looked sick though, but it was the beaches around it.  Right now they didn't have a lot of action to them, as it was clearly low tide right now given the time.  However Nathan knew enough to see that the waves, even in their current state... oh sweet merciful God they were going to be amazing. They didn't look too impressive right now, but Nathan knew tomorrow morning he was one board waxing away from possible surfing heaven.  

So if this is all some kind of trap, it could be a hell of a lot worse for him really.



As Nathan settled into the room as only a slacker could.  Quickly kicking up his flip flops and hopping into what was an amazingly comfy seat.  Nathan looked about the room at the others.  That Sam guy who had hopefully sobered up by now was there of course, the others he wasn't as familiar with.  The suppose couple from the coffee stand were there, as were a few others he saw at the luggage carousal.  All in all, the phrase 'motley crew' came to mind.  They were the group set to topple down the evil government and this was it?  

Before Nathan could say anything to possibly help break the ice, the man of all their questions came strolling in.  Looking like he taught his men well in the 'don't show any emotion ever' lesson plan.  Wesley Vaughn, as he was named or just going with name wise for whatever reason.  Spoke in a way that didn't really comfort Nathan's concerns about what the hell was going on.  Clearly it wasn't working with any of the others as they looked like they were ready to leave or just super tired from the flight.  Lord knows Nathan was, it didn't hit him until just now, what with being panicked over looking like a swelling surfer bum through the flight and all.  

When Wesley finished and left it felt stuffy in the room, not really in terms of being too warm or something like that.  But Nathan could tell there wasn't a lot of confidence in what was going on. Aside from the two snide comments things felt really awkward and quiet.  Something Nathan had to stop and soon if his sanity is too survive this situation. “Well uh, sounds like a real party animal am I right?”  Nathan said with a chuckle as he leaned back.  “Like, if we're all family now, I think I know who the creepy Uncle is!”  

Sighing from his own humor Nathan raised up a hand.  “Yeah anyways I'm Nathan, you can call me that, Nate, all good to me you guys.”  He meant it too, any name worked for him, except 'fuckface' or something like that.  “So since clearly I guess we're all like super powered people we should say what we have right?”