The motel owner stepped out still under the simple shade of overhanging roof to watch the gathered group seriously, keeping an eye on them from the distance. Waiting them to make up their mind whether to stay or leave, tapping a foot to the stone a moment before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, seeming to decide it was more fruitful. As he stood out there though, there was loud noise rising up from the distance, coming closer. In a busy city it was a sound few people even heard, given the altitude involved in addition to the noise of the machinery in such a place, but in the more quiet area, it could be noticed.<br/><br/>There was a chopper in the air. Simple, civilian model that would comfortably house a pilot plus three, maybe four in a pinch. No real markings, black and white hull with black top and white underside, a single red line running in between those two colors, along the length of the chopper. It was headed to the direction of the facility they had just visited a short while ago.