45 minutes ago.... Munich
Ozzy's arms were tensed. His face was beet red. "I ain't gettin' on no plane, Adem!"
"We've been over this," the alien attempted his best passively human sounding tone he could. "Madrid is a long way away, and we need to get there urgently. The subspatial inducers have been used too much lately. Paragon and his team have yet to collect long term data on the effects they have on the fabric of reality. So, to keep absurdly random reality shifts from occuring, we need to scale back our usage of the devices for emergencies only."
"I ain't gettin' on no plane! 'Specially not with that foo' Icarus flyin'! He's crazy!"
Icarus walks by with a cowboy hat and mask he found in the hallway on. "The Lone Stranger rides again!" he yells out as he walks out the door towards the parking garage.
"We don't have time to argue..."
"I ain't gettin' on no plane! I told you a hun'red times! I'm not tellin' you again! Now, we can get in the van; and I'll drive! I drive a helluva fast!" The boxer crossed his arms defiantly.
Drake walks up with a glass of milk in his hand. "Listen, Ozzy. Why don't you calm down a bit and let's talk? Here's a glass of milk to settle your stomach. I'm sure we can reach some sort of compromise."
"I ain't gettin' on no plane," Baxter mumbled before devouring the milk from the glass. "This is not something I'm willing to settle on. I...... ain't.......... get........... tin'.................. on......................... no...," He falls to the ground so hard that it's a damn good thing he's indestructible.
"Alright," Drake said as he tried to kick the broken glass out of his way. "That should have him feeling happy until we hit Madrid. Help me pick him up."
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Now.... Entering Spanish Airspace
"Aztec, huh?" Drake asked Guant once again expecting an even more detailed answer.
"Yes," the Shadow Chancellor responded.
"Huh," Marshall responded to the response. "In Spain?"
"Hey?" a severly drugged Ozzy said to get Victor's attention. It really didn't take much since the boxer's head was resting on Reilly's shoulder. "I gotta tell you something. You, and I mean this, now. You are one serious dude. Without a doubt. I mean.... yeah! You know?"
"Whatever you gave him better wear off soon if he is to be of any use to us," Lykopis said to Drake.
Marshall waved off the thought. "Don't worry. It's already wearing off. He's just very relaxed right now."
"Maybe a little too relaxed," Tommy interjected as his hand wafted to and fro in front of his nose. Ozzy just began giggling "Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe" like a chainsaw on nitrous.
