Magenta and Riff Raff did not have to discuss whether to accept the mission or not. Even though it ment going back to Earth they had no other option. Neither one wanted to die and they accepted their mission as soon as it was presented. They were lead by a small group of Transylvanian High Guards to a data centre in the prision compound, instructed to find out more information about Janet's current location.
The next day Riff and Magenta were handcuffed and escorted out of the prison by three high guards. They were shoved in the back of a pod car, the doors slammed shut behind them. Magenta tried to catch Riff's eye but he managed to avoid her look. It was his fault that they were in this. He shifted uncomfortably, the cuffs digging into his wrists and the back of his Transylvanian prision uniform sticking to him.
"Janet Weiss-Majors," Magenta typed on the computer, a Transylvanian High Guard watching her every move. After pressing the enter key, a whole page of results. Riff sat next to his sister and pointed to one section of the computer screen, which read, "Moved with husband Brad Majors to Florida, USA, January." "She's not in Denton anymore, Magenta," Riff said, "she's in Florida. It says here she's in the Orlando area, so that's where we need to go." Magenta turned around and faced the High Guard behind her and her brother. "Just how long will it take to get to Florida from here?" she asked. The High Guard responded almost immediately. "Six hours, and thirty-three seconds." Riff wrote the numbers down and drew a short map of what he thought was the shortest route to Florida from their home planet. "You will leave tomorrow," the High Guard said. "You will be under constant surveillance. So no...funny business. Unless your mission somehow calls for it."
The next morning Riff Raff and Magenta were on the first intergalactic shuttle away from Transexual. After making quick stops at neighboring planets they were soon heading back to Earth. Having both hands handcuffed to the arm rests of their seats left room for little movement. Riff managed to twist his arm a bit so he could hold Magenta's hand and she leaned on his shoulder in return. They would have to wait till they got to Earth to have any real type of conversation as two high guards sat on either side of them. All they could really do is think how they were going to get themselves out of this mess.
After the shuttle landed in a swamp like area and the other passengers had disembarked, Magenta and Riff Raff were lead off. Still rubbing their wrists, trying to get the circulation back in their hands, they stepped out into the hot Florida air. The humid air hit them both and they were temporarly at a loss of breath. Transexual, being a land of night, was never warm and even Denton, Ohio had never reached high temperatures. Even if it had they both were too busy slaving away in Frank's castle to go and wander around outside.
"Well, Riff, what do you think we should do?" Magenta whispered nervously. Since the experience was completely new to them, they were both a bit lost as to how they would start (and complete) their mission. "Maybe we could find a map somewhere?" Riff questioned. Magenta scoffed. "Look around us. There's nothing here but muck, trees, and vines. There are no signs of anyone anywhere, so I don't think we're going to find a map. We'll just have to try getting out of here ourselves." The High Guard spoke up from behind them. "You won't ever be alone. Those bands on your wrists connect you to our home base. So we'll know if anything happens. Just remember that, and be on your way." Almost shoving the two Transylvanians, the guard pushed them away, to get them started out. Riff turned to him with a violent look, but Magenta grabbed her brother's arm. "Not now," she said. Riff picked up the one suitcase they were allowed to bring and the two of them went on their way. Cutting through masses of vines and staggering through stagnant water until they reached a deserted-looking dirt road with a wooden sign near it reading "Enter at your own risk; swamp land ahead" in scrawling writing. Riff smiled. "That brings back memories."
Magenta gave him a half smile as they headed out onto the main strech of road. They both looked at each other not knowing where to go. Before either one could guess a direction, a small black car pulled up on the side of the road. A man in a black suit with a white lightning bolt that was pinned on the collar got out of the car and walked over to the pair. "Get in the car," he hissed as he opened the back passenger's door and practically shoved them in. He slammed the door, walked over to the driver's side and got in. Magenta and Riff Raff looked at each other as the car sped down the road. Riff caught a quick look at a passing sign that read Buena Vista 10 miles.
"This wasn't part of the plan," Riff said quietly. "No, it wasn't. At least not to your knowledge. But they sent me to take you to Orlando. Now, this makes me quite unhappy seeing as I don't like toting around a couple of murderers in the backseat of my car, so don't mess around with me. I can do a lot more than I appear to be capable of," said the mysterious man in the driver's seat. "Murderers?" Magenta said. "We are hardly murderers. He made a point of whipping and beating and mistreating the two of us every day for no reason. What would YOU have done?" The man scoffed. "Taken it, because if the prince thought I would deserve it, I did." Riff pulled Magenta closer to him. "Frank brainwashed many people so they'd be on his side. There's no getting through to him." He was interrupted by a sudden "QUIET!" from the front seat. "Now! Sit there quietly and don't make one sound or you'll regret it." So the pair sat in the backseat of the car, praying for their destination to be reached quickly.