[i][b][center][h1]Made it[/h1][h3]
Wellington Airport, New Zealand[/h3][/center][/b][/i]

A security guard was the one to wake Freya. She'd slept right through most of the aerial fighting during the boat ride. Having really needed it really. The big woman did not look at top shape. With a groan she'd gotten to her feet, ignoring the people looking at her bare breast, and slipped her armor back on over her arm. But as soon as she tried to lever herself up with that arm she let out a gasp of pain, yeah that's not happening. With the other arm she's up on her feet, and joining the rest of the team outside. Holding the AEW in one hand, one of the security getting her up to date on what happened while she was out. Looking around at the team she sighs, "Sorry I was out during the trip over. I'm beat guys. I'll try and keep up as best I can though."

She'd taken rear guard with TN. Lucky the AEW is designed to be used one or two handed so ease of use yay. She'd kept an eye on the rear, skyward, the tip of the AEW glowing softly with a shot ready to fire at a moments notice. There was too much to lose at the moment now, what with their base gone. Luckily her experiments had gotten out safe, if they hadn't someone would have tried to call her by now.

And soon they are in the air.

[center][b][i][u][h3]In the A400M[/h3]
A few minutes later[/u][/i][/b][/center]

Freya had found a trio of chairs, across and just down a little from where Nord and Chuck sat. She has a blanket over her chest one of those brown scratchy things that can be found in near any aircraft. Hiding her bust from any on lookers, she didn't have alot of clothing left over after this after all. she looked up as Skye approached, "I'll be okay hun, thank you for worrying." She grunted, "I think I'm out for abit though." She said that part louder, so the other heavies nearby and some of the others further up could hear, "I don't think my shoulder is going to let me do any kind of operations for awhile. The drugs from the fight are wearing off and what ever Sophie did in the moment back on the boat has left me barely able to lift it. I'm out of action until it heals. A few weeks...a month maybe? But I think I can get us a replacement. I just need to make a call. I can get us someone that will likely mesh with the boys if you get my drift." She smiles, "See to the rest boss lady, I'm good."

As Skye sauntered off Freya reached for the cellphone that never left her person, it had been tucked in a padded pocket on her armor. She dials and swallows thickly. The phone ringing for abit until a husky voice answers from the other side, "[i]Privet?[/i]" Freya takes a moment, "[i]Privet[/i]...Mom..." A squeal from the other side, followed by a growly bass tone voice, can be heard through the phone, "Cripes Nat! What's got you going? I was in the zone there. Who is it?" Freya meeps, "Um is Dad there too Mom?" Natalie Kanatario gasps, "Yes he's here baby, are you okay? We got your Black Out message and were worried? Do you need anything? Where are you?" Freya gulps "We're on a plane, leaving New Zealand. I think we're going to Site Arta? You know the one in Finland that Blue owns? Atleast I think that's what I just heard." There's the sound of a scuffle before the growly voice from before speaks hurriedly, the voice of one Victor Kanatariio, "My Thrud? Are you okay though? Your mother is reaching for her sword I need to know. Please." Freya lets out a sound close to a sob, "Papa...everything is fucked up Papa. I'm hurt, Skye is hurt, everyone here is so tired. Papa...Mom, we need help. I'm out. For awhile. I hurt myself bad saving Skye. I can't use my right arm for atleast a few weeks. But the team, the team needs to keep up the Heavy presense. Can you help?" There's another sound of a scuffle, and Freya giggles putting the rest of the call on speaker. Her mothers voice coming again, "My little Eagle Hawk, you said Site Arta? We'll be there by the time you all arrive. Even if we have to time travel. There's someone in the room over who would love to take a crack at who ever hurt you." Freya blinked, "Oh no...are...they both there? Can they hear me."

Freya can only face palm when a pair of voices call as if from another room, "We heard you sis! Don't worry!"

Freya groans softly.

[center][h1][b][i][u]Tokyo, Tokyo Prefecture, Japan[/u][/i][/b][/h1]
[h3]The Amagi District in Kiyose City[/h3][/center]

People walked the streets without a thought for the history of the town they are in. Not a care in the world for what has come before, and what has since been. They have only eyes for the lights and glamour of what they see around them. Callers and Hawkers all up and down the Amagi District main road. 3 more streets and 10 avenues make up the Amagi District, one of Kiyose and Tokyo Prefecture's biggest attractions even, almost as famous as Sotenbori, or Iijicho or even the undeniable Shibuya District.

In the Amagi District rests a land of fun, fine dining and other attractions. No less then 7 Hostess and Host centers exist. A seven floor arcade with some of the best retro cabinets still stands. Four theatres no less, with all the latest shows in 10 rooms with seating for one hundred in each. This is a neighbourhood of fun and attraction.

But it's in the light that shadows dwell.

People say that the underworld is just a step away from the light. Into the shade.

So down a path that is often shown to tourists looking for something else to do, past an internet cafe, down a tunnel and into a lovely marble facade building. Is what at first glance, looks like a Pachinko parlour. One hundred and twenty machines there for your enjoyment. Salary men and kids alike sitting and playing. But it's not until you notice the men in suits, styled hair, looking burly and attentive that things begin to get interesting. Sometimes, one of these suited men approaches someone at the machines, and offers something else.

And into the back they go, where they find other attractions. 

A Gambling den.

Horse Races, Hanafuda, Cho-Han. And many others besides.

And those men? Once you're inside the Gambling den are revealed to be Yakuza, Yakuza of the Amagi Clan, a sub-family of the infamous Yamaguchi-gumi. But it's all business, right up until you default anyway. Come in, come play, spend your money. You're safe in the hands of the Amagi Clan.

Standing watch at the bar of the Gambling den, wearing a nice charcoal grey three piece suit, hair slicked back, face scarred but shows some panache indeed. Dark eyes looking out over his domain. His suit sleeves rolled up to reveal the Ashura Demon on his right arm and the Twin Gold and Silver Tigers on his left. Stands Ban Kingo, owner, operator, Yakuza member, of the Amagi Clan. And held carefully in his right hand, tucked against his side, a bronze and black laquered wood, the Saya of the Kingo Family.

Yes, all is well now. And has been for years since Ban got out of Raven. He returned to the Amagi District, cleared his name, proved his worth, was accepted back into the family. All thanks to one red headed warrior woman. He hums, and quietly wonders why his mind is going back to Raven suddenly.

As he's mulling this a call comes out from another of the Yakuza, "Aniki. There's another potential mark up front, thought you'd want to come watch." Ban chuckles, "I'm coming Wataro." He pushes off from the bar, and heads up front.

Yes, life is good right now.