The scene opens up moments after the last closing moments of Havoc. A SOAR Blackhawk helicopter sits on a private helipad in Grand Forks Airport, an escort of Senester’s personal guard flank either sides of the entrance to the chopper’s entrance, each armed with MP5 sub machine guns. A moment later and several EMTs, carrying a sedated Minerva on a stretcher, can be seen making their way towards the aircraft, followed by Butch Parker whose face looks deadpan and expressionless, and Jason who tries desperately to keep up with Butch’s long and powerful strides. Butch waits at the opening to the chopper’s interior as he watches the EMTs load Minerva on board, laying her across a panel of seats, and he motions with a nod of his head for Jason to climb aboard aswell. The color commentator obeys without a flinch, gazing for a moment into Butch’s piercing kryptonite-like scrutiny. The nearest guard closest to Butch slings his weapon to the side, lifting up his balaclava to address Butch likely.

(Guard): Lord Senester requests you return to Dark Horse Towers immediately, Mr Parker sir.

Butch doesn’t respond immediately, his mind and concentration elsewhere. The guard waits a moment or so before trying again.

(Guard): Mr Parker? Lord Senester requests you R.T.B. straightaway.

Butch cranes his neck slightly to the side to look at the guard after watching the medics load Minerva on board. His face is black, his expression nigh-on impossible to read. The guard flinches slightly, his eyes widening for the slightest moment before recomposing himself. Butch’s response isn’t even verbal, a mere slight incline of his head suffice to give the guard the answer he needs and he swiftly pulls his balaclava down, motioning for the rest of the unit to leave. He jogs to the cockpit window, twirling his in a circling motion towards the pilot, indicating for him to take off. The roaring sound of the chopper’s engine snaps Butch from his dreamy state of mind and he stoops his down and enters the body of the aircraft, sitting just in the eye-line of the pilot, across from Minerva and next to Jason. He catches sight of Jason staring at him but doesn’t turn around to look at him, his gaze fixated firmly on the unconscious form of his mistress heavily sedated on a drip filled with morphine not six feet from him.

(Butch): You’d better get some sleep Jason; Los Angeles is quite a distance away.

Jason attempts a rebuttal of some sort but Butch only has to only turn his head marginally and inhale deeply to put his message across and Jason bites his tongue and turns away, lying prone across the bench.

(Butch): You’ll find some pillows and a sleeping cover in the compartment above you.

(Jason): …thanks…

Jason reaches up to retrieve the pillows and sheets Butch mentioned, taking one last glance at him, his eyes still unmoving from Minerva’s motionless frame. Jason takes one last sigh before laying his head on the pillow, finding himself drifting off almost straightaway.

With only himself for now company, Butch returns to his dream-like state, the gargantuan resonance coming from the heilicopter’s engine not having one ounce of bearing on him. His emerald gaze focusing specifically on Minerva’s stomach as the incidents from Havoc replay like a stuck record on loop continuously in his head. The sight of Wisdom and her death-like grip on Minerva’s fragile body, like a great white shark toying with an elephant seal. The potentially-earth-shattering announcement crying out from Minerva’s lungs sends a cold shiver down Butch’s spine. Was it the truth, he wonders to himself or just another attempt to get under Wisdom’s skin? Nonetheless, Butch is stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He doesn’t want to jump to any conclusions but still can’t stop himself feeling that there could be an element of truth to what Minerva had said moments before Wisdom damn near turned back into the blazing fury that was Furiel from her days with Dante’s Inferno.

Butch leans back against the cold hard material of the helicopter’s innards, lifting his hands up and mopping his fade exasperatingly. Sitting in the cockpit, the pilot turns his head slightly, noticing Butch’s downbeat demeanour. He shouts over the sound of the engine.

(Pilot): You okay, son?

Butch turns to see the pilot addressing him, caught off guard. He produces the faintest smiles and issues an affirming nod. The pilot merely chuckles.

(Pilot): Not on my diagnosis. Listen, I ain’t no psychologist but I can tell when someone’s bottling something up.

(Butch): To be honest, I’m not really the sharing type.

(Pilot): You can’t be worse company than those other bozos Lord Senester orders me to ship around most of the time, that Canadian clown and his Muslim friend. Boy, they sure do make me feel uncomfortable.

Butch manages a small smile despite himself.

(Butch): Just having a hard taking in what happened tonight that’s all. Don’t know if you watch the shows or not?

(Pilot): I catch them when I can. That stuff that went down with your ex missus was pretty intense, I’m assuming that’s what’s eatin’ atcha?

Butch nods affirmatively, sighing deeply as he does so.

(Butch): Just don’t know what to believe right now. My head’s up my arse half the time these days. I’ve got to step into the ring with this woman next week now on top of everything…Sorry, you don’t need my problems…

(Pilot): You kidding me? I wouldn’t hear of it kiddo, after all the shit I hear those bastards…

The pilot jerks his head back in reference to Curt Evers and Sheik Shakir.

(Pilot): … you’re dilemma is like music to my ears; to actually hear someone talk about real problems rather than how many “infidels” they can murder “jihads” they can put on people. But if you’re uncomfortable talkin’ about it, Hell, I can sure respect that.

(Butch): Appreciated. I’m gonna try and get some rest, let me know when we’re over California.

(Pilot): Yessir.

And with that Butch tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling, playing the incident over in his head once more, releasing once last troubled sigh before closing and slowly but surely drifting off to sleep as the scene fades to black.

OOC: Sorry it's a bit on the short side guys, had a bit of trouble loading it due to working on it between work and home!