Long fang looked around wildly, before seeing the small little plane and the plane's wing denting a bit. "I think we hit something, oh Pouk, I have no idea if we'll hit anything else! Just keep it together, and please just look for another plane in case this one breaks!" slowly, the plane stopped, avoiding any other aircraft on the runway. Sighing, long fang tapped the intercom again. "Hunters and Huntresses, this is your pilot speaking. we can now safely debark the plane. Enjoy your stay in..." he looked on the map. "Chicago Illinois."