He used to be afraid of flying until a hypnotist gave him the skills to defeat the terror and imagine he was anywhere else. He still wasn't sure how it worked, but he no longer wondered how the aircraft got up in the air, and therefore didn't worry that it would drop like a brick. It was just after 11.30 am Thai time, but he was already two hours from Bangkok, and that was after the one hour flight from Chiang Mai to meet his hurriedly arranged international flight. Ari had been able tell him three things when he woke him at sunrise: the GlobalWarTek disk was not a dud; he had gained access to a new room, which meant the Rashmana part of the game was more extensive than just two levels; and a Commander Blaze-Lali was about to ring back from Japan. The latter turned out to be Ari's serious-nerd friend from Nayazuki Firebolt in Tokyo. She rang while they breakfasted on tropical fruits, fresh crepes and coffee-to-die-for; all enjoyed in the Zen zone of the HiroshAri garden patio. As it turned out, Blaze-Lali couldn't give them much more than a company name.
