Mea left the plane after Gerad, shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun.<br/><br/>Midsummer Georgia heat shimmered off the tarmac in waves, searing her face and exposed hands. Even though the biosuit could be uncomfortable at times, she was glad for it's thermal protection.<br/><br/>Adjusting the strap of her backpack, she craned around to look for Yousef's exit, digging at the same time in a vest pocket for her cell phone.  The taxi was already waiting for them outside of the airport.<br/><br/>"Come on guys, we're going to have Masino on my ass if we're late."