[u]Zun - Airport[/u]
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Al's expression didn't change a whole lot as the two answered his question to the best of their ability but he did cringe and just casually face palmed with his left hand when the croc guy named Wally mentioned the hits up in Norway.

"Yeah. I was on the plane to there when I read the news. Wasted a solid week askin' around the few Nordic folk I could hold a conversation with before moving on." Al returned his hand to his pocket looking no less casual than he did before. He wasn't particularly phased when May got up in his face like so. She wasn't a particularly bad looker so that helped. Even then every so often he'd glance around, even over his shoulder. He didn't really make much a motion of it but he did look here or there very briefly from time to time.

"Anyways yeah I know 'em. Been tracking them for a few years. I've only managed to find them about three times including the first run-in. Last time was in Cairo and when I finally caught 'em stealin' the stone we fought for a bit before the large guy with the bug armor hammered me into the asphalt like a tent peg with the front end of a tour bus before buzzing off on his creepy bug wings."

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"If you want I can give you their descriptions in case you see 'em. The big guy's about three heads taller than me and covered in some weird thick black bug chitin armor with glowin' red eyes and stuff. This other guy was only slightly taller than me and dressed in a... Business suit and uh..." Al was visibly distracted towards the end of that description as something caught his eye.

Having worked in mall security Al knew his way around crowded places so the sight of an airport filled with all sorts of strange looking sorts didn't really throw him off from what was going on in the background. While the two figures didn't exactly warrant any special attention there was a group that did.

In a place full of colorful and unique individuals the one thing that would stand out most is any sort of uniformity. When a decent number of figures in coats not characteristic of the region started making their way through with suspicious briefcases Al simply could not help but notice. They didn't look like the rest of the airport staff nor did they look like they belonged with the security detail for the tournament staffers.

"Hey, what are those guys?" He asked the reporter as he gestured with his thumb towards a small group of the long coated men. "They the local gestapo or somethin'?"

Given the recent news of civil infighting in Zun it seemed only natural to draw that conclusion. He just hoped that he was wrong for once and things weren't about to take a turn for the worse.