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The Shadow Hunters lounged in the seats of the jet as Hunter leaned back in the over-stuffed swivel chair; his long legs stretched out, ankles crossed. Like the other men relaxing in the expanse of the Leer jet’s well appointed lounge, he was still dressed in the clothing they had worn during their last mission.
Uvae was on the telephone, her voice betraying the fatigue that had begun to replace the adrenaline high she had been experiencing. She spoke without any hesitation, knowing the line she was using was secure. “I want to thank you again, Grandfather, for the use of your aircraft.” There was a moment of quiet as her Grandfather acknowledged her heartfelt thanks. “Hunter has decided that we will do our debriefing at Starbreeze Headquarters.” Her voice lowered, and she sought out her father and brother, nodding at the older man. Johnny was seated on the carpeted floor, his head resting against his father’s thigh; eyes closed and obviously asleep. Jaron Thompson’s hand was resting lightly on the brunet’s head; occasionally brushing the boy’s dark hair away from his forehead. “We need the privacy, Grandfather, after everything that occurred on our return; and we both feel that Johnny needs to be examined by the medical staff.” Another brief silence and then, “I will call you, sir, as soon as we've concluded our business." She smiled, listening to her Grandfather, and then bid him farewell. "Good night, Sir."
Hanging up the phone, she uncrossed her legs and stood up. “Chris,” she greeted; patting the team captain’s shoulder as she made her way across the room. “Is there anything else I can get you?” Her gaze swung to the other Shadow Hunters. "Any of you?"

While walking through the passage way of the jet, Uvae could hear frightened whispers from the soldiers of the strange happenings in their last mission. She grabed a seat next to her father and started up a small conversation about what she just heard.