"Yeah, yeah, keep your fucking pants on Maggie. I know where we're going, let me do my fucking job already." The voice crackled out of the Bubblemobile's internal speakers, where Bubble Boy's consciousness had shifted into as soon as the band had boarded, leaving his battle-drone limp along one wall of the passenger compartment.<br/><br/>He'd regret snapping at Magellan later, and apologize, but right now Alvin was wired tighter than a roto-drone. They weren't out of the woods yet, not until they got paid...and even then, there was still a long way to go. They couldn't go home anymore, to be certain. Just focus on the mission.<br/><br/>Easing the Bubblemobile into the car park, he cruises into the parking spot opposite the bench-sitting figure and puts the van into park. Hawk and Eagle nestle in their roof-mounted cradles watchfully, like a pair of armor-plated vultures.