Malcolm grabbed his railgun and stowed it away in the hidden compartment custom made in the trunk of the hovercar. He then took the wheel of the vehicle, and after Jason said his final words Malcolm started the vehicle and drove away from the small spaceport. While the team was on a timely schedule, Malcolm drove casually to avoid attracting any attention. The guards are going to be swarming the place, considering each Lord has his own battalion to protect himself; but the amounts they were bringing to this meeting were nowhere near in size. Their meeting was being kept rather secretive, and if it weren't for the SSA's spook inside their ring, the Crimson Legion wouldn't have had a clue this was going on. As much as Malcolm despised the SSA, he had to admire their operatives training and skill. After pondering on these thoughts, about halfway through the drive Malcolm asked Jason,[b]"We're prepared for the large bulk of these men to have the equivalent of military training and weapons, right? I mean these lords have virtually unlimited resources, they're bound to be putting their best men on the job. I know we're better than any of these scum, but there's still the whole numbers factor that I'm a little worried about."[/b]