Keith got up, his heart was nearly still. He got his bags and walked out, letting Zebel go first, he didn't want he uncomfortable. He shook his head when he realized he was thinking about her again. Stepping off the train, he saw Zebel walking to the solider with the sign, so he followed. His mind raced but he tried to stop thinking, thinking was what got him all tangled up in the first place. He nodded to the soldier, who nodded back and began to lead him and Zebel to a car, a limo to be precise. Inside were four other people, all fighters who got dressed up for a night on the town. They all looked cheesy, three guys, one girl. Two of the guys were in white suits, the other was in a black button up shirt. The girl was in an untastefully revealing red dress.<br/><br/>They were all smiling and laughing, and waved to Keith and Zebel, though mostly Zebel. A tinge of fear came to their eyes when they saw his size, but he tried to ignore it. All four people were very well built, it was clear they worked out in the extremes. They first gut in a white suit was tall and built like a tank, but not as massive as Keith, to which everyone could see a bit of hatred on his face