Atma had stayed in the hideout after he had finished flying and sparring with some of his squad. Jibra'il had briefly told him about how to ride the winds and where to find updrafts and also various techniques to use with the spear. In a few more weeks flying and fighting with the spear would come naturally to him. He had inhaled quite the amount of food when he returned after sparring as had the rest of the squad. After dismissing them he had found an unmarked leather-bound book on a bookshelf in the back of hideout. after several minutes of reading it the sound of a door being kicked open grabbed his attention away from the text. Sam had walked in carrying Ayl which, if it wasn't for real, would've brought a chuckle. Everyone had started yelling questions at her, even as she had left. This had really irritated Atma so as several hunters rose up after Sam he stood and yelled at them to sit down. This brought startled looks to the ones who got up and they immediatly sat back down. With a sigh Atma began to speak, "Everyone get plenty of rest for tomorrow morning's training. Same time, same place. Everyone try to find a place to sleep in here even if it means squeezing together. My guys need get ready for the sentry duties we talked about earlier." As he left to go look for Sam, Atma grabbed the book he had been reading and opened it to where he had left off.