"We'll be in an hour." The pilot exclaims with satisfaction as she liberally pushes the craft into it's highest speed. "Time is of essence, assaras i know, yep? I had two containment units loaded up in the back, and i'm also gonna provide you with fire support and transport." As she went with the talking, New York was already far behind. Outside the windows, a hell of rain, thick clouds and night sky blurred by at high speed. Inimicus had time to open the suitcase and see all the stuff they were given. There was the usual equipment for wiretapping, bugging, eavsdropping and peeking, automatic locpicks, a very extended medical kit, spare handcuffs, ammuniton for Blake's blaster gun, as well as mini-computer for automatically translating spoken languages.<br/>"I'm just getting a message from their meta-squad, and they indeed had a report of a human sized object violating the speeding limit in a way impossible for a civilian vehicle. Hmm, even our ride can't be so fast. Last sighted in some highway trough some national wildlife reserve. Uh..." A hearty laugh fell from the pilot's lips.<br/>"They can give us a guide trough the area, and also to care that we won't disturb the wildlife. I'm to land in a town, at their PD."<br/><br/>The grav-cruiser was past the border already and just a few miles away from the town. The town itself, called Millings, was mostly a tourist's town, full of hotels for those that would venture into the barely preserved wilderness. Some of the hotels, as well as a few museums, were actually stylized after early 20 century, and there were even some wooden structures.<br/>Chronos and Bloodsword were at the moment inside on of the cheaper, non-prenentious motels. A box-like plastic building had rooms with barely enough place to stretch and a cafeteria designed to make the guests seek food elswhere. The owner, a fat redhaired guy, did not even bother to ask their names, just fumbled with a pack of key-cards to the rooms and asked if they want one or two.<br/>(I'm taking that Chronos won't be walking around in his costume?)