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Rhys took out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to the boy. "Keep the change, and thanks for the cinnamon rolls." Rhys smiled as he took the shopping bags for the rolls and stood up proudly. "As a Black Fang Pilot! We will beat the Mass and get everyone here to the south! So stay safe kid, and have a good day. But when I do feel like a sweet I will be sure to come back!" Rhys exclaimed as he gave a casual wave before he turned on his heel to see what else he can do for five hours.

He could head over to the hanger and inspect his Silhouette, there would be some pilots there since he had guessed a few of them would be serious...maybe he could find a gambling hall and earn a bit of extra cash that he had just used...Or find someplace to chill. Well, gambling for five hours straight would get his name out and lots of people would avoid him since he was good at what he did. Well, checking up at the hanger would not kill him. In fact he could check his ride out while he was there then see what else to do. Hopefully it passed the time so he could return here for some little trinkets.

With that, Rhys began to head straight for the hanger with both bags in tow.