The jet made short work of the trip back to Manhattan.
At some point during the trip, the group who had gone down in Australia had been found. Xanatos had gotten the message from Owen, just before landing in New York.
While it would have been a shorter trip to go straight to Australia from Ireland, Xanatos made the decision to return to Manhattan. Anticipating injuries and the lack of room in the small jet even without his current passenger count, he wanted something larger with more efficient fuel consumption to avoid multiple stops.
He landed in New York just before sunrise. That was a good thing, as with the additional weight of six stone figures, the jet was struggling.
It seemed that it did, indeed, have a weight limit, and they'd found it.
Xanatos landed, and as had been discussed during the trip, he hurried off the jet and went straight to the retrofitted airship that Fox had inherited from her father after he had passed. It was everything he needed; large, efficient with its large fuel capacity, and had multiple bedrooms in case the humans were bed bound.
It also had a full crew aboard to assist with the flight, because he was tired.
Matt would stay behind, and after sunset, a member of the Wing would assist the gargoyles to the castle.
As requested, the ship was fueled up and the engines already going when they arrived.
"Let's go," Xanatos barked, slapping the button that would close the outer door behind him.
As he sat down, rubbing a tired hand over his face, the phone in the passenger cabin began to ring. He reached for it and lifted it from the wall mount.
"Yes?" he growled.
"Sir," Owen's voice came through the line. "I have detective Maza on the line. Would you like me to.."
"Patch it through, Owen," Xanatos said.
"Very well," Owen replied.
There was a brief pause followed by a distinct almost popping noise as the call connected. "Detective," Xanatos answered.
"Xanatos," Elisa's voice came through, blessedly clear of static or interference from the distance and movement of the airship. "Let me start by saying that Fox will be fine…"
As the detective gave him a rundown of the events of the crash and the extent of Fox's injuries, he found he was able to relax for the first time in almost sixteen hours.
He retreated to one of the bedrooms, hoping to get some rest.
Both groups had made contact with the additional clans. Their missions completed.
Now, he needed to fetch his wife.. and the others, he supposed...and get her home.