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[b][code]Zun - Airport.[/code][/b][hr]
"...mmm, yes, I'll be sure to make note of that," May Armstrong said coolly. "Thank you for your deep thoughts on the subject." As soon as the muscular, shirtless nomad turned around and left, May ripped the paper off the notepad and crumpled it into a ball with one hand.

"Like hell I'm writing about that guy," Armstrong grumbled, chucking the paper ball into the trash can, her ki ability making it powerful enough to nearly knock the whole can over. "If I let that go on any longer he was gonna brag about the size of his 'ki'. Creepo."

"Plus he's barely even photogenic," Wally complained, fiddling with one of his lenses. "You'd think the way he talked himself up that he'd be good at, well, looking good! Waste of perfectly good memory."

"Amen to that," Armstrong said, grabbing onto Wally's arm to get a leg up and look over the crowd. Wally didn't even flinch as she clambered up; he could easily carry her if he wanted to, and at this point he was pretty used to her acrobatics.

"Hey, looks like there's some leggy chick in a leotard making a scene at the noodle shop, let's go check it out!"

"Hey!"

May and Wally both looked around at the intrusion, who turned out to be a tall guy with a disinterested expression, dressed rather plainly compared to the extravagant surroundings. May's eyes lit up at the sight of him. Clearly this was gonna be a guy with some secrets that were just begging for her to uncover them!

"Hey!" Wally responded in a friendly tone. "Something you need from us?"

"You a reporter?"

"Yes I am!" May said, almost a little too eagerly. Bouncing down from Wally's shoulder, she flipped open her notebook and pulled out a pen so fast it looked like she pulled them from thin air. "Not just ANY reporter though...the one and only May Armstrong, investigative Nomad reporter, and my trusted partner the vicious and terrifying WALLY KITE!"

"Hi!" Wally said, smiling warmly before he snapped a picture of the newcomer's face.

"I...gotta ask you somethin'," the newcomer said, distracted somewhat by the flash in his eyes. "I'm looking for a group calling themselves the Hellion Gang. You know anything about 'em?"

"Well, I know they're unoriginal," May mused. "I mean, Hellion? That's just a troublemaker. Might as well call themselves the Gang Gang."

"Actually, I think I heard of a Hellion Gang," Wally said. "They were suspected in that string of museum robberies in Norway, weren't they?"

"Ooh, you're right Wally!" May said, bounding up to the stranger and getting up in his face, a manic look in her eye. "So tell me...what do YOU know about this Hellion gang?"

Behind the trio some distance away, a small figure raised her head to look at the manic reporter and her large crocodile friend.

"Keep your head down," the taller figure said hurriedly. "We can't spend any more time here then we have to."

"I'm sorry," the small one said, her voice quivering in fear.

"You're going to be fine, princess," the tall one said soothingly. "Just keep moving, we'll get you to safety before you know it." The taller of the two scanned the upper floors briefly before hurrying her through the crowd of nomads. Seconds after they moved on, men in long coats, unusually warm considering the weather, strode up to the balconies, their hands gripping their matching suitcases tightly. Few would have noticed them approaching with the sea of colorfully clad nomads below, not even as more men in long coats on the ground floor worked their way towards where the small figure and her friend were making their escape...

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[b][code]Zun - Bar.[/code][/b]

In the corner of the bar, far from the action where the cowboy was turning the thugs crossing him into mincemeat, a quiet little woman, entirely unassuming, nursed her own expensive cocktail, her head hanging low over her drink as she cautiously observed what was going on. As the last of the gang members scurried off and the large Russian fellow congratulated the cowboy on his feat, the woman looked up, revealing a sinister little smile and a flash of blue reptilian eyes.

Oh the fun she was going to have with these two...