"Yeah, I'm ready," Tracey said emptily. Her green eyes had focused on Monroe's hilt until it came to a rest in his practiced hands. He seemed to be expecting a fight.

"I...believe the situation's more or less under control now at the prison, so there's no need to be so tense. The officers there can take care of things if any force is needed. We just need to figure out what happened."

She shot the fencer a placating smile, and grabbed onto her hat, hearing the chopper now hovering above them. There wasn't quite enough empty space for the craft to touch down in the street, so a rope-ladder was tossed down from a height some several meters in the air.

"Here we go," Tracey said, smiling again, and then she climbed on up.

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After an exhilarating ride over cities and desert, a tall island amid churning teal waves appeared through the strata of clouds below the chopper.

"There's the prison," the pilot said. Then the craft began its descent.

OoC: This post is really blah and short, but it moves things along. <___< I couldn't make you wait any more.

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