After not seeing anything of note the winged man started flying back to the hideout. It would take a while to get there just by gliding around so he flapped his wings and dove to help pick up speed. The goggles and head wrap kept away the pain of dirt hitting his face or eyes as he came down to only a few feet over the tallest building. In only a few minutes he had reached the hideout and from the looks of it most people were inside the building having lunch. After coming in for what was supposed to be a smoother landing Atma fell flat on his face and cursed rather loudly. He lay on the ground there for a while before catching his breath and getting up. As he walked through the door the most glorious smell wafted from the kitchens and his stomach growled to let everyone know about his endless hunger. As the man walked down the stairs he called out to the bartender for a sandwich and a piece of cake if he had some.