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Chp 7 The Flight

Vegas was a big thing. And flying there, that was big too.

Because it looked like he, Stefan the lanky kid from Portland, was going to be flying in a private jet owned by Mr Ventura and the entire 'Camp' or 'Team' of fighters was going to be flying there too.

Which meant that he was getting out of the car with Lola and she was pouting at him as he put his bag over his shoulder and looked over at the Tarmac. There was the private jet and a group of Fighters dressed in casual clothes and caps and jackets.

Stefan felt nervous. He was going to be hanging out with a bunch of guys that could kill him with one punch.

"Just be yourself Stefan. You are actually kind of awkwardly charming you know." Lola straightened his jacket collar and then huffed. "I just cant go with you on this one Stefan. Stick with Mr Ventura or one of the fighters okay. Vegas is not exactly known for its safe places. Hmmm. Maybe I should get you a shadow just in case."

"A shadow?" Stefan asked as he bit his bottom lip?

"A body guard that follows you." She explained rolling her eyes.

"No I don't need a baby sitter. Im a grown man Lola. It will be fine okay." Stefan groaned and waived at her as he headed out. He wore something for this trip to look a little more relaxed yet cool. The jacket he wore resembled a letterman's jacket and he even wore some new sneakers. He pulled on his perscription sunglasses and headed over to the jet.

He noticed that Dane was among the fighters climbing the mobile stairs up to the jet. Dane was talking and joking around with a group of fighters.

Stefan took a deep breath. Well here goes nothing. He thought as he began climbing the stairs up to the jet. A flight attendant took his bag and he thanked her as he ducked his head moving into the jet and suddenly the laughing and talking went quiet as he was spotted.

"Uh hi." Stefan nodded to them as he spotted a empty seat near him.

"Hey Its Mighty Mouse!" One of the bigger fighters said as he stood up.

Stefan froze and his eyes went wide his brows going up as he let his mouth open. "W-what?"

Dane put his hand over his face and rubbed it over his face like he was suddenly very tired.

Stefan suddenly felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and looked up to see a scruffy looking hulk of a guy smiling down at him "You are the little guy that saved that girl. We were originally going to call you LifeGuard but you're so small we decided to call you Mighty Mouse. I think it fits. What about you guys!" The guy gave a good natured chuckled. He was what Stefan thought of when he would imagine a mountain man or a lumber jack.

Some of the others made agreeing noises and Stefan felt his cheeks heat up. "Uh why do I need a nick name?" He asked.

"If you are going to be apart of our team you need a nick name. Like there's Bane!" The man pointed to Dane who was already drinking what looked like something hard. Then the guy pointed to the other fighters. "Then Bones, and Bulldog, there's Grim, and Rage and me, Ace. Now you are with us you needed a good nick name. It suits you kid."

Stefan was manhandled into a seat beside Dane and then Ace plopped down on the other side of him. He felt trapped. "I don't understand why I am Mighty mouse though."

"Because you totally saved the day. You know... Here I come to save the day. Yeah you get it." Ace smirked and chuckled happily as he got a few drinks from the flight attendant.

Stefan heard Dane chuckle beside him and he turned to look to him. Sipping a drink that smelled of whiskey he smirked over at him. "It wasn't my idea. Ace and Bones came up with it when they were watching the video of you diving into the pool."

"Y-you realize I am not that small right?" Stefan puffed up and frowned at the same time. He pulled his regular glasses on and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not a mouse." He mumbled to himself.

Dane chuckled again and smiled at him. "Aw. Come on. It's not so bad."

"Fine let's switch nick names and see how much you like it." Stefan griped as he took a soda and rum.

The other fighters were all talking amongst themselves. And Dane got up to go use the restroom when one of the other fighters leaned over and said to him. "Mighty Mouse is better than Princess. So suck it up. You're good at that right? Sucking?" Rage gave him a small dark look and then sat back and took a long swig of a beer.

Stefan was shocked. He sat back and looked forward and blinked. He felt ashamed for a few moments before he shook it off and just felt pissed. He kept his eyes away from Rage for the rest of the flight.

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sorry for the short chapter will update again soon.