Schroeder Pevensie
Chance felt his grip tighten on the seat of the leather passenger chair, his eyes out to the window of the city growing smaller as they gained altitude. He had no idea when he was going to see Vegas again, but thankfully technology was back to where he could easily get in contact with Vince if he needed to. He wanted to say good bye, but apparently he was still in Chicago taking care of some things. They always had different missions but it was always nice to see each other and go back to the days when they were young, not having to worry about the things that were going on now. The signal above them suddenly turned off, giving everyone the okay to take off their seat belts if they wanted to enjoy the exclusive ammenties in the plane. For a small jet, it felt very spacey. Almost like a giant 1st class lounge in a pent house rather than the first class he had seen on commercial airlines. To the corner was Schroeder, he got up from his seat and made his way over to the bar to make himself something to drink. Ben was also there, sitting next to Robbie who tended to follow Schroeder around like a lost puppy. It was an odd mix of teams, obviously coming together for a greater goal. For Full Story, Click Banner
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