It was just another day on Terra Neon for the Storm Hawks. Everywhere around them were rides, theaters, and cotton candy. The giant amusement park lit up the night as they made their way to the underground club of Neon. Aerrow checked the time upon entering. 10:35, they were a little less than half an hour early, which was fine with him. He sat at the round table in the darkened back corner of the club like the note had specified. Beside him sat Piper, and on the other side Finn. Stork took his seat next to Piper as Junko took the last remaining seat beside Finn. Radarr gave a small whine as he looked at the clock on the wall.

"I know." Aerrow said calmly. He rather had been early than late, and any information from the agent would be more than useful to them.

Piper looked again at the note she held in her hands, reading it to the team again, softly:

Storm Hawks-

Terra Neon Underground-11:00. I have information about the Cyclonians. Sit in the back corner, near the clock. I will find you there after my job is finished. I do hope you intend to respond to me, you will not leave unsatisfied, I can assure you. I do not wish to enclose in this letter further details of our meeting, in case such letter will fall into Cyclonian hands. I hope to meet you soon.

Piper sighed, "Aerrow, how do we know we can trust this…agent?" Aerrow looked over, his mouth opened slightly, trying to find words of encouragement to keep his crew motivated. His mouth closed and he looked down, "I don't…but…this agent is all we have to go on right now…I do not want to let up on him."

Stork wrung his hands nervously; twitching as different men passed them, eyeing them curiously. On the stage the band played upbeat music. A woman with short pink-hair singing pop danced promiscuously next to a tall, toned man with dark skin and a Mohawk. Beside her, doing her back up was a white haired woman, who seemed to be pale in every sense of the word.

11:00

A large man behind the bar walked over to their table. His bald head reflected the multicolored club lighting. He must have been about 6'9", every part of his body muscular and frightening. His cold eyes looked at every one of them before he spoke.

"You're all a little young to be here ainchya?"

Aerrow forced himself to keep his appearance calm, "We're waiting for someone."

"The agent maybe?" the man said looking at them curiously.

Aerrow watched his crew inch away from the intimidating man, "Yes. We are. You know him?" he asked, keeping his voice steady.

The man gave out a deep laugh looking Aerrow straight in the face, "I will lead you to her room. She will be a little late." Aerrow felt a chuckle inside the numbness of his body. He hadn't even given a thought to an undercover agent being a woman. They sat down in a dressing room, watching the hallway. The band had stopped. They heard footsteps walking down the hallway as the man with a Mohawk walked by the door, his eyes scanning it curiously when he saw them.

Aerrow nodded to himself as he saw the woman with pink hair walk in. Her face was solemn as she looked at them, almost angry. That who he thought it was going to be, always the singer of a band, why did women, even when they did undercover work need to throw themselves in the spotlight at any given moment?

The woman glared at them, he felt Piper move uncomfortably beside him. She looked them over up and down, "What the hell are you doin' in here?"

"Dude, chill out…the man said that you-" began Finn as the woman with the long white hair entered the room. Her pale hand reached the shoulder of the woman in front of her, sending the pink woman in a quick spin to face her, "Swane, what are you doing in here? This is mine-"

"I know. They were meant to be placed in mine. Leave them be, Rose." Rose turned angrily, starring at them as she held her hand, pointing out the open door.

Aerrow looked up into Swane's face. Her skin was very pale, and her deep blue eyes shone, sparkling, above the high cheekbones in her face. Her hair was tied in the back of her head, a strand let down to accent the curve of her face. Her reddened lips gave a small hint of a smile, "Aerrow, I presume? My room is this way, please, follow me."

Aerrow looked toward his crew. Piper looked hesitant to follow Swane, and walked slowly behind Stork, who mimicked the look. Finn had an absurd smile as he left the room, amused at the anger in the pink haired woman. Junko's face held no true emotion as he looked about the back of the club in curiosity.

Aerrow felt a small smile spread across his face when he turned back to follow Swane. These were the absurdities he couldn't help but admire in his squadron…did he truly want to put them in this risk? To meet up with Swane because she sent a note…this surely wasn't the best time to be rethinking his actions. He turned another corner, seeing the pale woman standing in front of an open door.

"For sky knights, you surely walk slowly." She said, a slight smirk held on her rouged lips.

Aerrow's mood lightened. Swane, maybe when standing straight, almost reached his shoulders; she seemed for real.

Swane led them inside, untying her hair so it swung around her hips, shutting the door behind her. Piper turned giving her a look of distrust…more than that…. a look of disgust, catching Finn's eye as he gave Piper a goofy smile.

"Swane…"

"Aerrow?"

"What information do you have?" he asked, "About the Cyclonians?" Swane turned about, her face more serious, "Which one of you is the captain?"

Stork's body went rigid, "The Condor is mine."

"When you return to the condor, check it thoroughly. For strange crystals."

Stork's eye twitched, "Crystals?"

"Maybe even just one, a small one. All of you should, they have hired new crew…intelligent ones, and they have some new equipment." She said speaking quickly all of a sudden looking toward the door and toward the clock, bringing an envelope out of her desk, and thrusting it into Aerrow's hands. He took it, starring at her as her odd behavior led her to the door, sticking her head out. "We must hurry this up…where can we meet again?" she asked, looking edgily toward the door.

Piper looked upward, "We won't be around this area for a while and-" Aerrow looked up, "Swane, come with us."

Piper's face fell, "Aerrow…"

"Piper, she understands…" Piper turned angrily, "Aerrow! You can't even be sure that she isn't a Cyclonian!" Aerrow turned to look Piper in the eyes, pressing his hand softly onto her shoulder, "We need this lead, Piper." He looked at the rest of the crew, "Although, I won't allow her to come if you all don't think it is best either…"

Swane's soft voice spoke up from the doorway, "I don't mean to be rude, but whatever you decide, you must hurry up…"

I'm fine with it." Finn said, nodding his head. Junko behind him nodding as well, "Would a Cyclonian willingly live in the Storm Hawks' ship alone?"

Stork looked between Aerrow Piper and Swane. He looked down and back up at Swane, "It is best to keep her close if she is a spy."

Piper sighed, "Fine."

Aerrow turned nodding at Swane. "Come with us."

Swane nodded, her pale hand pulling aside some curtains on the wall, opening a door she hid. "Go this way, I'll meet you outside."