While others did not seem to take long in order to get themselves ready for the journey ahead, Maël did take a different approach. Instead of vanishing into his office right away, the Franco-American reached for the coffee pot and the adjacent fridge containing the milk first. There was no point in waiting for a cab together, so why make a hurry out of getting ready ? The flight wouldn't go any time sooner because of them arriving super early.

Yet still there was another reason behind the man's strategy. It revealed itself once he stood in front of the cupboard containing his clothes and forced a temporary gap into the window shade using two fingers. Peeking through it he could see Edgar and Clive already waiting... always a good thing to know in advance what kind of disguise their wizard had chosen this time. It being a homeless man lightyears away from the last wash pretty much ruled out the coat and tie option, at least if one wanted to avoid stupid questions like 'Do you all belong to the same group ?' from the cab driver or airport personnell.

Instead of putting it on, Maël carefully dropped the thing into his suitcase just in case it might help making a good impression somewhere in Seattle. Along with it followed another trenchcoat just like the one he was currently wearing and, last but not least, his 'No more Mr. nice guy'-suit. The hooded leather jacket had a noticeably larger and wider cut than Maël's ordinary clothes and had been ripped open and patched together again using various pieces of scrap leather so often that it looked as if stolen right off a farmer's cliché scarecrow. The pair of trousers ? Didn't look any different.

Reaching for a few other items, none of them having any of the supernatural properties or sheer firepower that his colleagues liked to carry around, Maël was ready to go soon then. Didn't they have a cathedral with a large Flentrop organ somewhere in Seattle ? Maybe talking with the locals would yield the opportunity to play a tune or two on it.