[Chattanooga]
They came in close to two in the morning, which was late enough that even the city's nightlife had packed itself away and gone home.
When they stepped out of the chartered plane, twelve black vans sat in a line with windows tinted dark enough that you couldn't have told what was inside them even if you'd been standing beside them looking.
It had been the federation's idea to fly in this late, and nobody had argued with it, because nobody wanted the alternative to that when they knew they were going to be tired after the flight.
The bus that would carry them through the tournament was still attaining the necessary permits and would probably be ready, a day or two before their first game, but for now, the vans were fine and were better for a night like this.
