Victor was the first to wake up. He snorted some of the dried blood from his nose. There was no point in looking around at his surroundings. He wasn't spinning around in the anti-gravity field anymore, but he sort of jiggled in it, like fruit in jello. If he begun to start moving to much, he was worried that the spinning might begin again.
"Grimm? Phil? Lykopis? Anyone?"
They had transfered Lady Lykopis to a straightjacket. Hearing Victor say her name began to wake her up. "Victor?"
"I'm too tired to use my infared. Who else is here?"
"I can't turn my head very well...they went and put something around my neck...but Grimm's here." She could barely see him in his icy cage. "He's not going anywhere anytime soon." Her neck was aching and stiff. "I can see out one of the windows. We must have been unconcious for over six hours. It looks like it's dawn."
"What direction are we going?"
Lykopis squinted. "I can't tell...west, maybe?"
"Then we're headed for the Atlantic coast."
Lykopis began laughing. "If it's even still there. This world is upside-down. I hate it."
"You hate lots of things." Victor thought about escape routes. If only Grimm was conscious. If only Lykopis could move. If only he could escape this damn bubble...
His ears began popping, and Victor realized the plane was landing. After several minutes on the runway, the main hatch opened. Several guards armed to the teeth were lined up before them. The sargent look around and point two fingers to each of the Vanguard members. Two guards ran up to each one and began dragging them off the plane.
Victor turned his head to the sargent. This was a rather morbid sight, as Victor was unable to truly stare at him. "Mind telling us where the hell you're taking us?"
"Grissom Montag has an interest in seeing you."
