<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-style: italic">"Freedom? Cliche, but nowadays, what isn't?"</span> Vince asked sardonically. He looked at Jane and said <span style="font-style: italic">"Y'may wanna pack yer stuff, dearie, I arranged a tea party with every rebellious person. We're meeting in Toronto."</span> Vince stared at a picture he kept in his suitcase. After a while it turned into a glare. <span style="font-style: italic">"Yeah."</span> Vince quickly said. Vince grabbed the scrap metal from Terrence's arms and stuffed it in his suitcase, shattering some of the bottles he kept in there. He also had a flash drive in one of the pockets of his pajama's and gently put it in the suitcase, with unusual care. He closed his suitcase and looked out the window, to see Raphael, the extraterrestrial mercenary. One who specializes in killing people like Vince, conversing with a cop, presumably asking where to find Vince, Fear and Strata. Vince turned pale and quickly turned toward Terrence and Jane. He said in a quiet, almost whisper voice: <span style="font-style: italic">"Now we have another reason to get on the Toronto plane. Go pack, I'm gonna get Fear and Strata."</span></div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Before anyone could object, Vince teleported to Strata's and Fear's location. He swiftly grabbed the duo of psychopaths and teleported back to the refuge. Vince said in the same whispering voice: <span style="font-style: italic">"Pack your bags, we're going to Toronto, it's not safe here."</span> Vince frequently started peeking out the window, looking at the triangular merc, hoping he's distracted enough to not notice anything.</div>