402 Larson

 "Urgent mission from the Boss, have the jet be readied with the ability to carry a body," yelled across the various sectors of Rotherham – the airfield turned upside down. People went from left to right, pilots called from break, a prototype jet lifted from the underground laboratory. The hangar opened to a gloomy outside. It took less than an hour for the plane to climb to the heavens. 

At the same time, Staxius teleported to Scaica from Dostein, time was of the essence. The phone call earlier freaked the emperor so badly, he knew not how to respond. That much was apparent from the following phone call.

 "What did you mean by; use any means necessary?"

 "Throw money, blackmail, I care not," the phone hung with him inside the hotel.

 "Éclair," quick to dash out the penthouse, "-infiltrate the investigation unit, I want the location of where the body is."

 "Roger," came a fast response.