Lady nodded, thinking about what Shuet'vear was saying as she walked. This alien certainly seemed powerful. Lady still didn't know why she was here on Earth, or how she associated with Mentiras. But oh well. There was time for that later. As for now, it seemed like Shuet'vear was reaching the end of her patience with Lady.
"Yes, I'll say that does fulfill my curiosity." Lady said. "For now."
Taking out a small mirror, she checked her makeup before turning her attention back to Shuet'vear.
"So, where are you off to now? Looking for something to eat? Or is that classified as well?" Lady asked in a light voice, giving Shuet'vear a knowing smile.
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Seven's discomfort with the situation reached a new level as she watched Micheal leave the plane. Just now, she was realizing what a vulnerable position she was in. There wasn't exactly places to hide on a plane, and no where to run. As of now, they were putting all their trust into this strange Micheal person. For all she knew, he could have rigged the plane to explode. That would be quite beneficial to everyone out there who wanted heroes and vigilantes off their back. And they still had no idea where they were going. Seven stood up as the plane began to take off, and began to look around the cabin. If there were any parachutes around here, Seven wanted to make sure she knew where they were. Uhg... The ninja woman hated flying.
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Crosshair stared at the strange, alien-looking teen as she described what he had asked. Or, tried to describe. Metal rope on his hands and legs he could understand. The kid in convict's clothing he had seen come in, that must be what Phoenix was talking about. But what was this about a white and black bird costume? Luckily, her descriptions of everyone else in the meeting was pretty good. From the sound of it, it sounded like Seven was at the meeting. That's good. If anyone could handle themselves, Seven was definitely the best. Finishing jotting a few notes on a small notepad, Crosshair nodded at Phoenix.
"Thanks for that." Crosshair said. A loud noise came from the mansion, and the hero watched as a jet took off from not too far away. Quickly, Crosshair scrawled something down on his notepad.
"Looks like that's your plane. You better hurry, or you might lose it." Crosshair said. He handed Phoenix a piece of paper with some numbers written on it. "You should probably go with them. But don't be afraid to get out of there if you smell a trap. Here's my phone number. Give me a call if you need anything. I might not be able to help you with something like this, heading wherever the heck you guys are going now. But I might be able to hook you guys up with some other help."
Crosshair paused a moment, before a realization hit him.
"You... do know what a phone number is, right? And what a phone is?" Crosshair asked Phoenix.