The taxi droned through the mid-day Atlanta traffic until it found it's way into the suburbs. It was a nice neighborhood, gated, with manicured lawns, and almost every driveway had a BMW in it.  Mea felt herself gradually relax, the goal was closer now and the pre-battle butterflies were dying out. It was time to focus now.<br/><br/>The van was up ahead. Innocuously decorated like a delivery truck, the paint job hid the business inside. She didn't know if there would be an extop waiting for them, or if they were going to be linking up back in Rome.<br/><br/>The taxi pulled up in front of the condo's gate, the driver twisted his head around to look at Mea "Seven sixty five, Ma'am."  Mea managed to get an arm around in the crowded taxi, digging out a wad of rolled up cash from her vest.  She handed the driver a tenner. "Keep the change."<br/><br/>"Thanks."<br/><br/>"Sure thing. Come on, guys."<br/><br/>They piled out of the taxi, shouldering bags and gathering weapons. Before they reached the van, the back door slid up, revealing Gabe's smiling face.  Mea grinned, allowing Gabe to help her into the back of the van.  "Hey, what? You take a red-eye here or something?"<br/><br/>"Pretty much. You'll be in the US for a while, Masino thought you could use the help."<br/><br/>"Sounds good, man. Let's get started."