[Second chapter, more characters! Sorry in advances if my Setsuna stinks, I've never written him before. Hahaha. Read and Review, please!]

The building rose up from the concrete like some sort of steel and glass tree, standing reasonably tall at 20 stories. Despite its cylinder shape, it was indeed a honeycomb of offices; meeting rooms, boardrooms, break rooms [complete with very expensive coffee machines that rarely worked], and finally, the top floor, which consisted of the large ornate windows and skylights that hovered above the private offices of the company executives of Trans Am International Airways.

In one office, which was of a good size, chilled heavily by the air conditioning, sat the desk that was surrounded by various academic degrees and diplomas. The man typing furiously away on his top of the line computer had started out as a lawyer, but figured that being a pilot would prove more amusing. He had done that for a few years for a small airline, and, with a select few other pilots had made it prominent and he had since moved to the boardroom of their own airline. He liked his job, being productive and high placed, but not responsible for any major accidents.

The phone rang the exact second he stopped typing.

"Yes?" Bring Stabity said after he had gracefully picked up the receiver. He remained carefully quiet as information was relayed to him, sitting so still his red hair appeared frozen in time, if only just for a moment.

He received the information without so much as a blink. "Okay. Thank you." He finally said as he set the phone back in its station. He spun in his chair to look out the large windows that composed a whole wall of his office. His mind raced at a carefully controlled pace.

Alejandro and Ribbons is away…Healing and Regene are on vacation, Devine is out playing pilot…Revive is at the Shareholders meeting…Great, it's only Tuesday and I get to deal with the domestic terrorists.

Rising from his chair, he looked out the large windows to notice that a news van had already arrived at the front of the building. He sighed.

"Well, at least it's MSNBC." He muttered, adjusting his tie. He made his way to an elevator, one of the slower one's, giving him time to rehearse his standard damage control remarks. He adjusted his lengthy hair, practiced his smile in the shiny silver doors.

The chamber chimed as it gently reached the bottom floor lobby. The young man had to hold back a chuckle when he noticed the reporter, a young woman, was doing her best to force her way past the security guards. Putting on his camera face, Bring moved forward.

"Pardon me, I'll handle this." He said, nodding towards the guards. They returned to their posts. "Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm Bring Stabity, Chief Legal Counsel for Trans Am International Airways. How can I help you?"

"Kinue Crossroad, MSNBC." She said, sticking a hand out. Bring shook it firmly yet gingerly. "So, you're the lawyer?"

"Yes, something like that." He said, laughing. "How can I be of service to the Fourth Estate today?"

"Well, I'd like to assume you know one of your planes has been hijacked." She said as her cameraman arrived through the door. Bring nodded.

"First off, the plane is still under control of the flight crew and the cockpit is secure. The plane has not been truly hijacked." Bring said, smiling. "If you want this to look especially good on camera, there's a restaurant on the 10th floor." He suggested. She nodded.

"Lead the way." She said, already looking impatient.

xxx

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." The pilot cheered into a receiver leading to the plane's PA system. "Welcome to Trans Am flight 247 from Los Angeles to fabulous Las Vegas!"

In the chair to the right of the Captain, the young First Officer couldn't help but smile in the slightest, an act that could be considered infrequent.

"Since you all seem to be a really nice group, let's see if my co-pilot and I can't shave 45 or so minutes of this flight. Isn't that right, First Officer Seiei?" Captain Dylandy said, suddenly pushing the receiver in Setsuna's face. The raven haired co-pilot simply glared.

"Yes. That is a possibility." The always-serious aviator replied, much to Neil's amusement.

"See? He always means what he says." Captain Dylandy merrily reminded. "Now, please, sit back, relax and enjoy your flight." He chimed, flipping off the PA system. Setsuna simply glared at him.

"Are you done?" He inquired.

"I guess. For now. I think." Neil smiled, the slightest hint of his Irish brogue traceable in his voice. Setsuna rolled his eyes, making sure the last of the preflight sequences had been taken care of. In the Captain's chair, Neil shoved several sticks of chewing gum into his mouth. His aviator sunglasses were pushed down low on his nose. He suddenly seemed as if he had a great idea.

"Everything seems fine, Captain." Setsuna noted.

"Your sky, Setsuna. That's what I want you to show me today." Neil said.

"…Huh?" Setsuna replied.

"You understand?" Neil inquired, a playful smirk on his face. Setsuna's face lit up.

"I understand, Sir." He nodded, his sudden enthusiasm evident. He adjusted his headset, softly biting his bottom lip. "TRA 247, Tower?"

In the control tower, a young controller gestured for her friends to gather around. The planned surprised was happening.

"TRA 247." Feldt Grace began with a slight giggle, "Take runway 55R. Taxi via Whiskey 5, Whiskey 3, Juliet 4."

"Roger!" Setsuna blurted out as the Boeing 737 began to ease in its prescribed direction. The group in the control panel decided to break FAA regulations and get in a slight bit of chatter.

"So, letting your puppy fly solo, Dylandy?" A voice came.

"Sure am, Sumeragi." Neil replied. "I think he's earned it." He explained, looking towards Setsuna with a smile.

"I can hear all of you." Setsuna said.

"That's the idea, newbie." Sumeragi pleasantly added. "Now, you're cleared for takeoff. Have a nice flight, guys. Bring me back some shot glasses."

"Roger, cleared for take off on runway 55R." Setsuna repeated. From there, his training took over and before he knew, the plane was in the air and the Captain had thrown an arm around his shoulder.

"Congrats. You just lost your virginity." Neil said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Well, not that one. I took that one too." He laughed. Setsuna nodded.

"So… why today?" He asked. The older man simply shrugged.

"Seemed like a good idea." Neil said. "And I'm just really sick of takeoffs." The older man joked. "So, any of our passengers, who all seem to be age 60 or over, look like hijackers?" Setsuna stared blankly.

"No." He responded, missing the joke entirely.

"Come on, that was funny." The Captain said.

"Uh-huh." Setsuna replied, not shifting focus.

"Aha, still not going with the autopilot?" Neil inquired. Setsuna shrugged.

"Can't be that hard to keep my hands on the stick to Las Vegas." The young First Officer reasoned aloud. Neil shrugged.

"Nice work ethic." He complimented. "I'll have to get a picture of you, Amy still thinks you're adorable." Setsuna laughed under his breath, temporarily allowing a break in his steely façade.

"We at least get a nice Hotel in Vegas?" Setsuna inquired. Neil shrugged and nodded.

"Probably. I mean, our airline is managing to turn a profit." The fair-haired Irishman quipped. His dark haired compatriot rolled his eyes.

As the two slowly returned to the realm of professionalism, Setsuna yawned.

"Shame we can't just turn on the autopilot and sleep." He said.

"We can." Neil countered. "But we're in trouble if someone finds out. And do you want to fly cargo routes?"

"No." Setsuna replied, voice flat. Neil rolled his eyes as he finished the mindnumbery known as paperwork. Making sure every "I" was dotted and each "T" was crossed.

"Knowing our luck, one of those gambling geezers back there will stroke out or have a heart attack." Neil offered. Setsuna poorly suppressed a laugh. "I mean, I'm pretty sure those little bottles of scotch don't mix well with blood pressure medication."

"Well, it would be somewhat amusing." Setsuna grinned slightly. His hands still firmly on the controls, he allowed himself a slight yawn. "I don't care for these charter packages." He declared.

"No one does." Neil countered. "But it means we get to spend a three-day weekend in Las Vegas. Not too bad of a tradeoff." The older man reasoned. The raven-haired copilot mumbled something to himself.

"Just don't bet all of our money on the roulette tables again." Setsuna requested with slight force. Neil couldn't help but chuckle despite his co-pilots frown.

"No promises." Neil answered, winking.