Fang gave a surprised yep, but she trusted Meathead too much to struggle, even if she thought he was doing the wrong thing—which she honestly wasn't sure about.<br/><br/>Fang found herself deposited in Sage's lap.  A warm flash moved through her body in appreciation for the little blond's physique—firm and supple and soft in all the right places.  Fang squirmed off of Sage's lap into the shotgun seat.<br/><br/>The parking lot was getting crowded.  If she stayed to fight, she would have used parked cars for cover so that Meathead didn't have to stand in front of her.  Revenant still in the parking lot nearby—where was his bike?  Big vehicles flashing by everywhere:  An SUV full of gunmen—how many?  If that thing was fully loaded it could be a serious threat.  Iron Maiden's tricked out vehicle burning across the parking lot to room 105, putting the body of the car in between.  Where was Crimson.<br/><br/>“Dive, Sage,” she agreed, “i can still help so long as I can see.  Crim, you too.”<br/><br/>Using DNI she sent a quick text to the com code of the guy they were here to pick up.  “Greetings from the welcome wagon.  Billy sent us.  That van at your door is your chariot and hop in fast, it's time to do a scene from Ben Hur!”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pass 2 initiative is 17.  <br/></div></div>