"Well then, hi. I'm Aesford, this is my crew. I didn't hear anything about getting a guard escort."Joel peeks around and finds the typical interior of an aircraft. There are rooms that look interesting, such as the armory and medical bay, but they are locked and trying to get past them on a ship full of Peacekeepers is not the best idea.
A couple quiet hours pass as the quadcopter heads to the South, the sun dipping into the edge of the horizon and the landscape changing from the bitter, grimy steel climate of Favela into gentrified, posh society; everything turns a shade of red and gold against the fading sunlight as the Party flies over the Golden Gate Bridge. It lands in a clearing just a short walk from Megatron's palace, according to J.R.
"Tell Megatron I said hey, won't you?" Aesford shrugs as the lieutenant steps back into the quadcopter, the fleet of aircraft flying away and leaving the Party by themselves.
The area the Party has been dropped at doesn't resemble the bustling metropolis of inner Seattle, but arranged more like a suburbs for the unfathomably rich, where giant green elaborate lawns and high-tech gates separate massive mansions, the properties themselves taking up several acres each. There's even a road nearby, not a railway, one that supports automobiles, though only the occasional golf cart of motorized scooter is seen. It's a lot less dense with people as well, though for the relatively low population there are many Peacekeepers patrolling the streets. Aesford points at one of these giant estates,
its rear entrance facing towards the Party and the sidewalk they stand upon. "That's Calvin's pad."The house is surrounded by a gate roughly ten feet high, the driveway intersected by a sentry's post. There are four guard towers at each corner of the area, and one visible sniper in each. There are also several Peacekeepers and other private guards stationed in the pool area, in addition to a multitude of people, several dozen at least, inside the pool, reclining in chairs or sitting around at tables drinking and playing cards, all seemingly oblivious to the outside world. Despite the numerous massive windows, all of them are tinted, though it does look like many more people are inside the house. Two quadcopters, similar to the one the party had arrived in, are circling the perimeter of the area from above. Faint rap music is blasting from within the mansion.
"Sounds like our boy C.J. has got himself a party going on. Do any of y'all know if you're on the V.I.P. list?"
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