." A prolonged silence lingered in the air, Nefertiti's stance calming ever so slightly, "...Sorry... Last time I was part of a group it didn't e...d so well." "But of course! Had it not I doubt you would have ventured from the confines of the Nether's center; least of all alone." The younger of the two men's eyebrows perked up as he heard the word, his feet taking a single step closer; "Nether...?" An eldered voice snickered hushedly, "Why... the place in which we find ourselves now. Just. When the five minute bell rang, they all began to move at last. Yet, running late, one boy slipped in the front doors of the school muttering a few choice words to himself when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.“Derek!” The girl cried, hurrying up and giving him a friendly hug. Her smile beamed proudly, looking as if to return the saddest of people into a man amidst a world of joy. Derek, as the boy was named, gave a half-hearted hug back to his friend and gave her a bit of an odd. We never have cash in the house it seems like."I waved my hand and smiled."Don't worry about it. I just couldn't stand watching you struggle with 'em."She looked back into her house and with a slight tone of anxiousness or maybe desperation, she asked, "Do you want something to drink? I got beer in the fridge."A nice cold one did sound good, so I agreed. She started into the house and then looked back. "Please come in. It's too hot to stand out here anymore."Her kitchen was nice and cool and. “Wait until we cross the street. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves yet.”She knows Spencer is right and she is eager to see what the weapon is. Spencer on the other hand really doesn’t want MI6 on them again if they aren’t already. Since they remained unmolested since arriving in Liverpool he took it as a sign the agency lost their trail. “Let’s go,” she says collecting the bag.The street is controlled chaos. Traffic is at its worst at the moment which is probably why the group.