[i] Hunting Hollows, Slaying Spirits, and the Good Life. [/i] Bryce Lee stood in an air strip waiting for his plane to land. The young adult stretch his arms up in the air for a long yawn. In truth being a Quincy was not one of Bryce's favorite duties in the world but it had to be better than doing absolutely nothing. Sure it was pretty impressive that he could destroy monsters that no one else could see but being raised mainly around these hunts made it absolutely dreadful since he was used to it that much. After Bryce finished his yawn he could see an aircraft land majestically onto the air strip.

"That must be my ride." The Quincy stated to the air traffic control officers who began to escort him. As Bryce made his way to the plane the ATC personnel behind him lugged his moderately sized bag on a pulley. It was not that Bryce was lay but since he was using a private air strip provided by an old friend from the service then he was to let the men earn their pay check. that didn't mean Bryce was a sap. He stood outside the plane as the men loaded his bag into the cargo section. There were some complaints that he climbed into the bag docks but he wanted to make sure that some assembly workers did not make off with a shirt from his baggage.

"Thank you for your time, and be sure to give Richard my regards." Bryce said with a wave to the men as he boarded the plane. He had no idea where they were going but this was probably one of the last times he was going to see New England for a while. That was unless he tells this mysterious stranger to go screw an elephant and travel back to his home town in Maine. Bryce looked for  seat when he saw two other passengers. One looked like a typical white guy and the other looked like she had a Quincy cross around her neck. Then with a second glace the white guy looked like he had a cross but it did not look like it was made in the Quincy style. Maybe the guy was a follower of Christ. Who knows but Bryce took a seat near the back of the plane.  It could be a type of Quincy from some other part of the country and because of culture differences he wore a different material of cross. That was when Bryce looked down at the cross that summoned Doragon, his spirit bow. Either way the plane looked like it was going to take off soon so Bryce felt as if he should take a nap.