
A letter...That was all it took for Seth to be on the next to flight to America. And where else than the most dangerous city in the entire world: Les Infants Terribles.
How anyone ever found him amidst the crowd of people and the constant changing of address just to try his best to remain as off the grid as he could, well it was beyond him. But somehow that woman dressed in the most conservative clothes she could find, which obviously was not something she was accustom to due to how she didn't seem to be able understand how to walk flat footed, found him. She handed him a letter written to him from one of the few people he loved in this world...Tessa. The letter read that she was being held captive in the city of Les Infants Terribles-the name itself sent him bad messages-and being horded around as a prostitue to gain prostitue for the corrupt system that ruled the city. And that even though she had no idea why he hadn't met her in America...that she felt like he was the only one she could count on. Talk about weight on your shoulders.
Six hours later, he was boarding a plane bound the horrid city with a fake passport. It gave all the correct information, he just didn't have the time to wait in line like all the other poor sods. He was in a rush.
"Have a nice flight.""If only..."The gate stewartess gave him an odd look and he merely shook his head. Have a nice flight on the way over to Les Infants Terribles? Who was she kidding? It was just him and hanful of other fools that dared to board the plane. It made sleeping on the way over a lot easier, but still...Walking into hell was not on his top things to do list. But for Tessa...the love he abandoned...he'd do anything. A few stops at other airports to refuel or just plain rest, and the flight attendant began telling them that they were about to land. What fun.
Eventually, the plane came to a complete stop and the passengers were allowed to disembark. Seth, however sat in his seat a bit longer, thinking about what lay on the other side of the gate. Last time he was an airport in America he had been kidnapped and made into what he is now. But he had to press on, had to push himself out of the chair, grab his carry-on backpack and make for the exit. One foot infront of the other, that's all it took. And soon enough, he was in the lobby of Gate 12. He wore a pair of worn blue jeans, a white dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a gray vest worn over it.
Not even one minute out of the plane, his intense azure eyes immediately noticed the seven men in suits all staring him down. The "bad feeling" didn't need to assault his senes to know that these were men who obviously knew of him and obviously either wanted to capture him or didn't want him here. With a sigh, he made his way slowly towards the men. Somewhere in the back of his mind he expected them to just move aside and be looking at someone else completely, but of course...they weren't. One man put his hand out in an attempt to stop him.
"Mr. Oak...Come with us and no one gets hurt.""Out of my way...I'm not here to fight, but if you don't move...I'll oblige you to do so.""Sounds like a threat boys, take him."He dropped his back-pack before a single one made a move and bent his knees just enough to lower his center of gravity and get ready for whatever was coming. Batons, electrical ones...they wanted him alive for now. Don't get hit, they won't hurt you really, but they'll slow you down. Just because you can generate electricity doesn't mean you absorb it. Four came at him at once. He leaned to his left, dodging the first one with quite a bit of ease and use the man's own momentum to spin him around Seth via an arm lock, helping him gain more momentum, and then engaging his fast-twitch muslces to fling him into two of the others with tremendous force. It sent the trio tumbling quite a ways out of the gate. But the fourth one never stopped ,his stun baton charged all the way and ready to pack a punch. It hit him dead in chest and the discharge contorted his muscles and used his own body against him, sending him flying out of the massive windows. Shattered glass and him were flying at the same speed so luckily the shards just glanced off of him like a plastic. But gravity still did its job and he plummeted down to the Earth with a resound THUD. It hurt like hell, but he didn't get knocked out nor did he break. He merely laid there for a full second before slowly getting back up to his feet.
He stared up at the window ledge that was clear now of glass and he bent knees just a small bit and his fast-twich muslces in his legs did the rest. He was sent flying up to the ledge and he met the fourth man, who had been approaching the window, with a flying punch as he landed into the gate once again. The man was of course sent hurdling backwards and into a row of waiting seats.