"Since we're going to America, do you think it'd be alright if I visit my aunt for a bit? She's in good need of a hassling." A chuckle emitted from Skinner inside the meeting room of the Nautilus.
"Mr. Sawyer, our main and only objective of this trip is acquire a new member, if you wish to go on a side trip to your hometown, that is your business," chipped a female voice from the end of the long table, "however, it is up to the Captain to decide where we shall make port.."
The remains of the league all simultaneously looked at the captain. He replied to this with a hint of a smile on his face saying, "We are going to America...we might as well see the sights."
Tom jumped up from his seat and exclaimed, "Yeah! Me and my folks are going to show you some real southern hospitality! My aunt Polly makes the best pecan pie on the west side of the Mississippi."
"Excuse me, " quirked Dr. Jekyll from the middle of the table, "But I'm curious, why exactly are we adding another member? We haven't been offered another 'Maison'? Have we?" "No, but my acquaintance feels that she would be an agreeable member to our team and, in my personal opinion, I agree. Her specialties are quite unique, not to mention it should be quite nice to have another woman aboard."
"Aye, I agree. I'm tired of snooping through Mina's drawers, I need a new dove." Skinner remarked to Tom as he took another sip of his whiskey; at which time, Mina threw him a menacing glare that said I'm going to kill you when you go to bed tonight..
Across the table, Ne mo sat patiently as a crewman handed him some maps and then said, "So, we begin our embankment tomorrow morning, that should give you enough time to get the supplies you need in town." The league left the meeting room and prepared for their journey.