So it is done

Mission as usual

Like a lot of other people, Neo had no particular experience of travelling by air. Airships were usually used by those who needed to travel – Hunters on missions, missions which Neo's team was not yet authorized in participating, some merchants, and lastly government officials. Is it any wonder, though, when crashes were not really a rarity? Flying Grimm loves to attack lone airships, after all.

And even among this small group, there were even less likely a person that can be found that flown in airlinkers. Until recently, only a small fraction of the Atlas army had even any experience travelling in the steel hovering giants.

Neo stood out, in a way, in this case. It was even enough that she could brag about it in front of a lot of people – one of the rare few people who have ever boarded a battle airship. But then again, the number of people who had traveled by teleportation in their lives was even smaller – and Neo was part of that small group. Not that she can really brag about that one.

Information about Jonathan's abilities was highly classified.

But the fact that Neo had indeed experienced teleportation before made any possible joy she might have had on the airborne ship moot. Never mind the fact that the flight would take hours – hours, on which any possible shine she might have about the flight disappear.

Now it's nothing more than a long and boring flight.

'I wish I could just teleport to Atlas with Jonathan – but instead we had to crawl, figuratively speaking, over an ocean of boredom!'

Neo grimaced, the vistas of unchanging waves driving her insane with boredom as she looked at the waves below her to find anything to distract her. 'And what am I supposed to do with all this free time!?'

The airliner that Neo was currently travelling in was the pride of Glenn's fleet. The airliner housed several deluxe living quarters enough for Jonathan, his office, and even a kitchen to serve the small passenger complement – but it was still, in its original essence, a warship.

The rest of the space was taken up by residential barracks, bullhead hangars, ammunition and provisions stores, staff rooms, and radio towers. In short, everything that was necessary for a warship that was both a member of the military, supply, and staff unit of the Glenn Army.

There was no space for entertainment quarters – maybe a couple of lounges here and there, but nothing that would attract Neo's attention. There were no games, no access to social media, the film collection consisted of educational material and a few patriotic and historical ones, not even a gym.

In other words, Neo, who knew that the trip to Atlas would take at least another five to six hours, was seriously considering the possibility of dying from boredom.

In any other circumstances, Neo would have resorted to pestering her friends, or Jonathan, hours ago. But seeing that Jonathan had shut himself away in his office along with Neo's only other available friend, Cinder, that was not an option. With her only other friends being Trifa or Nora – her pickings weren't exactly bountiful.

Seeing that Trifa was now a couple of hundred kilometers away from Neo, that was also not an option. While, yes, one of the reasons Neo had gone on the trip was to have a chance to step back a bit and come to terms with their new status for each other... as exes. And yes, she was already that desperate.

And Nora? Well, even Cinder wasn't strict enough to take a twelve-year-old girl – albeit a perfectly prepared and behaved one for her age – on a trip to another city for an official summit. Equally fearing as much what might have happened to Nora in Atlas, as what Nora havoc might cause in Atlas.