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Bres sat beside Mab, a specially built seat had been brought in to accommodate his increased size. He didn't say anything, most of his effort was focused on keeping his protective urges in check and not staring a hole in their Olympian ally.

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Apollo was seated on Mab's other side, radiating warmth. However, the sun god was far quieter than usual, practically brooding.

"Have you been too your epicenter before?" he asked, glancing out the window.

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She was doing her best not to just pull both of them around her like living blankets, but it was an effort, and purely her pride that kept her from doing it. Though she was slowly beginning to lean into Apollo's warmth without actually realizing it. Her body just craving heat.

"Yes." The answer was clipped and short, which wasn't unusual for her, but this time it had nothing to do with maintain professional distance, and everything to do with not wanting her teeth to chatter.

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And Bres tries really..really hard not to resent Mab's instinctual need for that warmth, knowing she couldn't help it. His Fomori nature however greatly resented the sun god's closeness.

"We are aware of its location," Bres replied tersely.

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"And you've explored it and know where the key goes?" Apollo continued, not seeming to notice Mab crowding him.

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"I'm very thorough." She sounded petulant and annoyed that he was questioning her, them. And still she was leaning closer to his heat, until she was actually touching him, her weight pressing against his side.

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Bres could have sworn he heard some kind of growling noise..only to realize it was himself. He quickly stopped, but was still annoyed.

"We are aware of what we must do," Bres assured. If nothing else, killing while on board the plane would be problematic.

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"Good. Then all that remains is to destroy the guardians," the sun god mused. He still was barely acknowledging Mab.

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Which seemed to be working fine for her. It saved her the embarrassment of having to deal with his attention while attempting to snuggle into him. As long as he ignored her, it wouldn't get too awkward for her. Or for Bres, for that matter.

After a few moments, the lone attendant came into the cabin and quietly informed them that they would be landing shortly, and that a car and driver were waiting for them already. She seemed utterly unaffected by the three of them, and after asking if she could get any of them any refreshments, departed.

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Bres glanced over at Mab, again stymieing a growl.

"How many of your employees know about you?"

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"At this point, a lack of questions is to our benefit," Apollo pointed out, "The reasons don't matter."

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She gave a pouting look to Bres, feelings of guilty over having to snuggle up to Apollo of all people right in front of him, all over her face. "I tell those I have to. The ones I can trust."

And when Mab says she can trust someone, it's not likely that trust was built over a life time of experiences, but over a fairy deal.

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And the armrest will crumple in Bres' fist in indignant anger. How DARE this outsider tell him what needed and didn't questioned. A calming breath, "I'll pay for that."

"I see."

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"I wonder how long "shortly" lasts," Apollo mused aloud, glancing out the window. The sun god's dayglow was steadily turning redder and redder, and there was a tenseness to him, like a predator on the hunt.

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About two seconds after his question, the in cabin PA turned on, and the pilot informed them in soothing tones that they were making their final approach.

When the plane touched down, it was an awkward process getting Mab down mobile stairs and into the car that was waiting for them, but it was managed.

The interior of the limousine was far better than the plane's, as it could be adjusted however the passengers saw fit. And it was set to warm bordering on too warm. But it allowed Mab to actually sit and not utterly press herself against Apollo, though she did need to sit beside him. And without even saying a word, she pulled Bres to her other side to balance the heat at least a little.

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Bres had to admit, despite being a little cramped in the limo, he preferred it this way. At least this way he could feel Mab next to him and could pretend she wasn't close to the Olympian by looking straight ahead.

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Apollo, for his part, stared out the window. He didn't even need to be touching Mab--the red-gold corona around him was producing even more heat than it was light.
"Any thoughts on our ETA?" he asked, drumming his fingers on the bow.

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"Not soon enough." She was agitated, and it showed. She didn't like any of this, least of all how weak she seemed. Apolo may not have been behaving as she'd expected, but that didn't mean he wasn't paying attention.

The driver was going as fast as the law allowed. They didn't want to be pulled over after all. But it want terribly long before the scenery changed to those recognizable by the two Celts who had been there before. They were arrived.

(ooc: Feel few to move things along if your own accord folks.)

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Apollo had his bow slung from the word go, an arrow nocked in a heartbeat as they approached the entrance.
"All right. Someone, unlock the door. I'll kill whatever bastards they throw at us."

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Bres stretched, muscles cracking as he was able to stand at his full height.

"Save your arrows, Olympian. If there's any killing to be done around here, I'll do it."

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