Mea headed towards the back of the jet, where fold out beds were waiting for them. She set her overnight bag on one of them, excused herself to the bathroom, then raided the minibar for a fresh bottle of water.<br/><br/>The pilot came over the intercom. "Welcome aboard, everyone. My name's Paul and I'll be your pilot today. It's sunny and warm all the way to Madrid, and it'll be about a two hour flight. Please direct any questions you may have to our flight attends, who can help you with anything you need."  Mea went back into the main cabin and joined Gerad and Yousef at the table, unholstering her nine and field stripping it. After examining every part for defects or grime, she reassembled it swiftly, and tucked the ammo clips back into her utility belt.  She looked over at one of the flight attendants, asking "Can I get a tissue, please?"  The stewardess fetched one from a cabinet in the wall, and Mea spit her gum out in it, throwing it into a nearby trash can.  Crossing her arms behind her head, she leaned back in the seat, eyeing the boys.  "Masino will contact us for a video conference when we get to New York. Don't stay up all night, and don't get drunk...we'll be leaving directly from the Atlanta airport to the informant's condo and I need you both sharp."<br/><br/>Back to the stewardess, she requested a grilled chicken salad, sans dressing, and stood up from the table. "I'm going to get changed."