Vespi and Geirhald watched Pullio storm off without anybody and begin burning down the market. Geirhald made a noise like sandpaper squeezed through a funnel.<br/><br/>“Yeah,” she agreed. “He’s dangerous.”<br/><br/>Geirhald watched Pullio (and then the Knight lady) for a moment before turning to Vespi.<br/><br/>“What, she demanded.” When he made a low whispering sound, she snarled. “No, I can – “ A harsh rumble. “I…no, you’re right.” She hugged her arms to her chest and moved closer to the Sandstorm. “You’re always right. I’ll lead the Interference team; you lead the Infiltration.”<br/><br/>Geirhald nodded slowly, making exaggerated motions to make it clear that his ephemeral form was even making a move.<br/><br/>“Shall we go?” Before he moved, she stood up and kissed his forehead, leaving a perfect glass imprint of her lips. She giggled and re-entered the bar while Geirhald plucked the glass kiss and studied it, smiling as best he could.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Interference Team</span><br/><br/>“Interference Team,” Vespi shouted at everyone. “Come with me. We’re riding out first.” She grimaced at the Dayman and Stratus. “Whatever it is you’re going to do…do it big. Infiltrators gather with Geirhald outside. Do as he does; follow his actions; he can’t talk exactly, but he knows what he’s doing.”<br/><br/>She walked off again. Outside she winked at Geirhald and mounted her bike, revved the engine, and waited.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Infiltration Team</span><br/><br/>Inside, Haley leaned towards the water elemental. “Selene. You should go with Vespi. You said you can make big waves, yeah? That’ll be good out there.” Then she hopped up from the bar and joined Geirhald. The big Sandstorm Faerie regarded the bandaged woman and clutched the glass kiss to his chest until it sunk into his shifting mass.<br/><br/>“Haley,” she introduced. Geirhald nodded slowly, looked over at Vepsi one last time, the distance between their groups seeming like the Abyss Canyon out in the Wastes to him, then back at the bar. “You gonna do alright with the no talking bit?”<br/><br/>“Can…talk,” he forced, sounding like the loudest roar of wind Haley had heard in a while. “Few…words…loud…”<br/><br/>“Got it.” She started up her bike and waited as well.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Villains Team</span><br/><br/>“Hey, whoa,” Horror shouted, seeing Nebrious warp in near the Dayman. Then abruptly, he turned to the terrified owl waitress at his table, bearing a field-mice salad. “Can I get a side of raspberry vinaigrette with this? Oh, and also an iced tea? Thank you.”<br/><br/>The monster picked at his salad, shoving a forkful of rancid mousemeat and lettuce into his mouth. “Jeez,” she said around his food. “Land of Snow beats Land of Flowers for the World Cup! Didn’t think they had it in them.” He twirled an owl pellet around his dish, not noticing the waitress return with his dressing and tea. “I think I owe someone money on that…”