When the plane landed, Julius Reed stretched lazily.
Cook's City Airport!
It was the most dilapidated airport he had ever seen.
Not a single other!
As the plane landed, its body wouldn't stop shaking.
The wheels struggled immensely over the rugged runway.
The entire airport had been abandoned for many years.
Even the cement they trod on had been hastily laid that afternoon.
It wasn't even dry yet.
It seemed,
someone had gotten here early and made some rudimentary renovations to Cook's City Airport, at least enough to land planes on.
"Mad Dragon, the message we've released must have drawn quite a crowd from the martial arts world," Templeton Lena pointed at the several planes around them, and at the still wet cement ground beneath their feet, "We've arrived early, but it seems that some have come even earlier."
Around the airport, numerous cars drove back and forth nonstop.
Weeds overran the place; it wasn't somewhere you'd expect to see people.
