"Oh come on, Dahlia!" pleaded a desperate Mahad, on his knees begging inside the tavern. Puerto Angel was stuck inside the middle of another heat wave, so all activity was cut down. This leads us to our current situation. No fly time for Mahad. Naturally, when he was not allowed to fly the Hyperion, he was undeniably bored, and had to find something to do.

"Please?"

Dahlia only sighed, he was wearing on her last nerves. So, she thought up an excuse to get him to leave her be. "For the last time Mahad, I am not playing some stupid kid's game, I have more important work to do."

Mahad looked down, disappointed, then a thought struck him. "What work? Cortez said we were to take it easy, no working until the majority of the heatwave passed..."

Dahlia winced, she hadn't thought he would figure it all out that quick. Maybe she was underestimating him to much... "Ok, you got me. So, why exactly do you want me to play this game?" She said giving in.

Mahad jumped up from his position on the floor with a insanely happy face. "You remember Falla, right? Well her and her friend, Jesson, suggested we, meaning me, you, Cortez, Mom, Cheng, Lena, and them, all play a game to try and pass the time."

"Ok. So what's the name of the game?" Dahlia nodded skeptically.

Mahad froze mid-step and laughed nervously. "Uh... I kinda forgot...hehe..."

"Mahad!"