Well, in that case we'll head South.

"Ok then, Armer, get in here, your the last member of the team, so float in
an' settle down. Uh-huh-huh."
"Since when did you become an Elvis-Impersonater."
"I don't know, but you'd better not step on my Blue Suede Shoes boy."
"Ok, now this is just surreal" said Armer, floating quietly above the radar
panel."
"Damn right, thankfully I seem to have slipped out of the Elvis persona, so
lets get this son of a goit back in the air and head South."
"Alright, you've got about 50 klicks, then theres a great big blip."
"Thats the city," exasperated Dean.
"Oh."
"Lets head on down to Heartbreak Hotel, uh-huh-huh."
"Oh jeez."
Dean lifted off.
"Say, anyone got a hamburger, I'm feeling peckish boy."
<OOC: We had to have one elvis! Who wants to join Dean's crew?>
Dean "Presley" Thomas
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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