An airport.

They had been flying for roughly two hours, silent except for the music from the cockpit. It was a symphony of high pitched screams, fast drums and numerous electrical guitars. Tracer had heard this music before and believed it was called power metal. She kind of liked it but after two hours of exposure her ears felt like they would start to bleed soon.

“We will land shortly.” The pilot finally said. “We will land on a helipad on the airport grounds, afterwards you will fly with a public flight towards India, then change planes land in Australia and then straight to Korea. The whole process will take like 3 days.”

Tracer said that she understood everything and the pilot started his descent.

The turbulent winds from the helicopter blew into Tracers face when she left the vehicle. “One more thing.” The Pilot screamed, trying to overpower the engine with his voice. “I would advise you to cover up, walking around in public might cause a commotion.”

“Well I have nothing on me.” Tracer shouted. “I have a coat and sunglasses under the seat, you can take those.”