Steve pulls up to a large metal building and parks in the little shade of the noonday sun. He casually walks around to the back of the building, glancing over at a window of the smaller adjoining building hosting the sign -- "Tornado Flights. Lessons-Rides-Special Trips." Steve knocks politely on the door. Objects can be heard inside tumbling to the floor as a silhouette figure hurries to the door. A tall, bulky man whips the door open.5

"Yeah?" he says fumbling with his belt buckle. "Oh, Steve, yeah come in," the man says his shirtless chest sticky with sweat on this hot day. "Drew's in the bedroom, uh, changing. She's just visiting for the weekend and got some, uh, oil on her shirt." The bedroom door flings open as a young woman with curly red hair that flies untidily around her face bursts out at a run. Her short shorts look exceedingly uncomfortable as Steve takes in her also sweaty body with a tight spaghetti strap shirt.

"Steve!" she yells launching herself into the air and ending with her legs wrapped around Steve's middle. He desperately throws out his arms catching her and feeling her warm skin against his arms and hands. "I take you fly yah?" She says with a light Swedish accent.

"Yes, if you don't mind," Steve replies shifting her weight uncertainly and glancing at Tornado who just chuckles softly.

"Vondervul," she cries kissing Steve on the forehead and jumping down. "Vere I take vu?" she asks standing in front of Tornado as he wraps his arms around her waist rubbing his chin over her hair and ear, roaming down to her neck with his plush lips as if intoxicated.

"Mount Trespass." Steve glances at the floor.

"Mount Tresspass?" Drew asks.

"Yes," Steve looks up. "I've heard rumors of an old mansion there. I am curious as to its existence." Drew stares at Steve, nose wrinkled in curious thought.

"There's no place to land up there. Vu'll have to parachute out. Then call me when you need to go and I'll bring a rope ladder."

"Alrighty then," Steve replies shrugging his shoulders.

Tornado walks steadily across the room, shoulders slumped, hands in pockets, head down. His hazel eyes quickly glance at his friend. "I've known you long enough to know when something's up man. What's up with you? You gonna tell me what's going on?"

Steve just smiles at Tornado. "I'm just doing some research, that's all."

"Alright, have it your way, but if you get stuck up there, don't come crying to me." Tornado clasps his friend's shoulder in a vice-like grip. Steve slaps Tornado on the back in a friendly manner.

"I'll be fine," he replies.

"You're not off the hook yet. We WILL talk later," Tornado laughs genially. "Right then, shall vee?" Drew asks heading towards the door.

"Yeah, I'll get ready," Steve replies walking out to the car. He gathers all his supplies in his backpack.