Hermes left them and Mack felt like this was just going to be one long headache. The chick who raged at him had collapsed onto the floor and was just a mess when she came around. We have the nurse and emo, stating the obvious and who he thought would be his battle buddy pouting in the corner. This is what happened when anyone worked with amateurs.<br/><br/>“Sir…” Beavens began and Mack held up his hand.<br/><br/>“I know I know...,” he sighed and pulled out his phone. “If you guys drove here you can just follow me, anyone needing a lift buddy up.” Into the phone he spoke, tone reserved and friendly before he hung up. “I have a place we can go and get our shit together. Make it out unofficial headquarters for the time being or even permanent since I have not been using the place for a while. Sounds good to everyone?”  Mack went over to War Chick and stood there a moment until she acknowledged him with a look, “You good? Or you gonna need a few more minutes to get your shit together? I can’t be bothered with someone who can’t keep it together. Understand?”<br/><br/>Then not waiting for her to reply he just walked off and headed for his motorcycle. There was a warehouse he had bought some time ago and started to convert it into a large grand home, but got distracted and so it was never finished. It would be perfect for them to hang out in and get a plan going, long as everyone stopped acting like the children they were and focused. Sooner this was done, the sooner they could get back to their lives and Mack loved his life so he did not think it worth hanging around with them. Not when there were super models and parties just waiting for him.