Inside the same public airport within the city Freiburg, Felix was sitting in the terminal, waiting for 40 teams to reach the airport so they would be taken all in a commercial plane back to Berlin.
That's what they were told after landing here by the helicopter.
So far, only 20 teams or so were crowding the terminal. Yet, there were just a few whispers and murmurs resounding here and there even though 200 juniors were gathered in one place.
Felix could see that the majority of teams had a member or two detached from their group.
They kept either glancing at the ceiling absent-mindedly or glaring at each other, rearing to start a bloody fight.
Soon, his eyes landed on Sylvia having her head hung low as she sat away from her teammates. Felix knew that she might be still bothered by not securing a flag for each member.
Not that he gave a shit about her problem. She was still not that close to him to bother himself with her matters.
