Thirty minutes later, an exhausted Kevin laid on the floor of the household bedroom, snoring and drooling as he continued his snooze. Out in the hallway, the connection between Team ENTITY, who was intercepting everything Aybara had said between teams, had been sadly terminated. "They got out of range…" Xavier thought to himself, covering his left eye with his hand. Suddenly, the man that invited the crew into the room rushed into the hallway, plopping down right next to the disappointed Kaelan and Rian. "XAVIER!" he exclaimed. "YOU HAVE TO SEE YOUR NEW BOUNTY, IT'S BRUTAL!" As he was lended the Death Desert newspaper for that day, Xavier continued to read through the front page normally, until…
Xavier froze.
"9… million…" he stuttered, trying desperately to process the large number that had been placed on his head. Rian scoffed. "Xavier, don't scream! You'll wake Kevin up!" he whispered, nudging him on the shoulder. Covered with sweat of worry, Xavier finally cooled down. "I know they come looking for you internationally, but they can't get on top of the mountain for now. The 4 leaders are 2 miles above us as we speak, so it'll be easy extinguishing the bounty permanently from the newspap-"
Xavier froze again. "I-I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER SEE HER AGAIN!?" he exclaimed, echoing throughout the house. As both Kaelan and Rian leaned closer to the newspaper to see all the commotion, they looked at each other in question. "You're fixated on the name Trya, Xavier. Why is that?" Rian asked, patting him on the shoulder. Xavier sighed. "I had a sister, and that very person is her."
Kaelan and Rian froze. "He's serious… right?"
As the two bursted out laughing, Kevin had finally opened his eyes! Putting his clothes on once again, he rushed out of the bedroom better than ever into the hallway. As he arrived, he saw a baffling Kaelan and Rian, along with the once again vacant radio and a formal Xavier. Turning off the radio, Xavier smiled. "Welcome back, Kevin." he sputtered, closing and confiscating the newspaper. "We've been awaiting your return to the table." Sitting down, Kevin smiled. "I'm happy you guys are doing okay. Say, are Samantha and Gerald bac-"
"ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"
An awkward silence was casted upon the table.
"WAS THAT YOUR STOMACH, KEVIN?" Kaelan exclaimed, emerging from the wooden floorboards that he had ducked on. Kevin rubbed his stomach, looming with hunger. "I'm starving! You got anything to eat?" he asked Xavier, smiling. Xavier, picking up the bowl of cigarettes he had smoked previously, smiled. "When we first met, I saw you ate the Sunfire Stew. Sadly, I lost every single drop after we left Embercliff. However, the man right behind you is a perfect chef, he can make anything you want by just staring at you!" Kevin laughed nervously, wiping the drops of sweat off his face. "Nobody's behind me, right?"
"Boy, I exist!" a man with a deep, gloomy voice exclaimed in his ear. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Kevin said in shock. "WHAT THE FU-"
Back at the top of the mountain, a man walked inside the venue unattended. Looking back at the guards (who had their guns out ready to shoot) received a 100-dollar bill each before their gunshots could be fired. "Keep the change, I have to go see a president. Trust me, I'm not part of Aybara." he said, revealing himself. Dropping his hoodie on the red carpet, he continued into the venue. "Jayden… I've been waiting years to see you and my friends. And today will finally be the day… at the World Summit!" Meanwhile back in Ironhold, Michael, slapping his unnaturally large stomach, spotted Trya knocking on the door bordering the kitchen and the bedroom. "C-Come in…" Michael stuttered, burping all the food he had digested. "Shit, that feels better!" he said, grinning. Trya sighed. "If you're really Michael of Team ENTITY, I request you to train me before the Great Dune Dash begins. Multiple million-dollar criminals will be attending, and you may just be the strongest of all of them!" Michael smiled. "Aww! Thank y-"
Michael froze. "Multiple… million-dollar… criminals…?" Trya smiled nervously. "Uhm… I said nothing! Anyway, are you finished with your foo-'' Looking down onto the wooden table, the entire meal Trya had cooked for Michael was gone, including the giant bowl that held everything. "YOU ATE THE BOWL!?" Trya exclaimed, patting his back in urgency." "D-Don't worry Trya… I'm perfectly fi-"
Michael fainted. That was the exact moment Trya had noticed a bottle of sake right next to where the bowl used to be, and it was completely empty. "Do all of them share the same personalities, or are they all different people? I have to get Michael to bed before the dash starts, or we both may not make it!" she said, carrying him urgently to the bedroom in her arms. Setting him down gently in the bed, Trya smiled. "You may come from international grounds, but I see you as a friend now. I hope we both succeed in victory in the Great Dune Dash…" she said, covering him up with a knitted blanket. Suddenly, Trya fell next to Michael. Deprived by sleep, Trya tried her hardest to stay up, but she recognized her eyes were closing rapidly. "I hope I don't oversleep this…" she thought before going out cold herself.