<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>“Red” Monika</strong></span></div><br/>Monika had been hired to escort Nicole Whital from Paris to Seattle, and provide protection for her there for a period of days.  It was a boring job so far, a long flight to Paris to pick up Nicole, then a long flight back with barely a word exchanged.  Nicole was an attractive young woman, brown haired and lean, but she seemed surly and unhappy.  She ignored any attempt to talk, answering at most in single words, and spent most of the flight lost in VR.<br/><br/>They were onboard a Gulfstream Luxe V, circling above Seattle waiting for a break in a storm.  The pilot's voice suddenly came on the intercom.<br/><br/><strong>"Strap in, this is going to be a rough one."</strong>The sound of the engines increased, and the aircraft banked as it came around to line up its final approach.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Everyone Else</strong></span></div><br/><strong>"The flight is still en route."</strong>Ms. Wytt answered, before blowing on her fingernail.<strong>"I'll let you know if that changes."</strong><br/><br/>Asuna and Paradox heard the sound first.  A helicopter's rotor somewhere off in the storm.  It wasn't visible, but was definitely close.