[center][color=red][h2]Abel[/h2][/color][/center] "Madman, madman?" Abel laughed. "I'm not the one wearing a Gundam Big Bird suit firing off some crazy yeet cannons." He sighed and composed himself. "You're right friend. My apologies. All this carnage you caused has just got me a little [i]como se dice[/i]?" He snapped his fingers. "Terrified. That's the word." He smiled and took a step back as they moved over to the car and Jet started working on removing the tires. He clenched his jaw as they turned their backs to him and thought of how easily he could kill them right then and there. He feigned a smile as, once Jet was done, he ushered them into the car. Able stopped mid-climb into the vehicle. "So, Jet? That's a little on the nose isn't it?" He raised his eyebrows and grimaced. "Just get in and shut up? Gotcha." He plopped himself in a seat next to Angel. He looked at her as Jet began to carry them to an unknown destination. "So, flying for business or pleasure?" He shouted over the noise of the wind rushing past them. She didn't respond. "Just want to be left alone and watch the in flight movie. Understood." He mimed zipping his lips and peered out at the scenery as they continued. "What a shit hole." He said to no one in particular. Soon, Jet set them in front of a surprisingly still intact house. He climbed out of the jeep and took in the sight of the house. He let out a long whistle. "Damn Uncle Phil. This is some 90210 type shit right here." Able couldn't believe a place this nice was still standing. Not because of the war, but because this would be a bandit magnet. This guy must have some next level equipment to maintain and defend it. "What's the turn down service like here?"