Inside the Barnsley team hotel in Kensington.
Michael Sterling stood in the lobby. He was trying to drink a coffee but the flashing cameras outside the glass doors were blinding him.
"They are hungry today Boss," Arthur Milton rasped standing next to him. "They smell blood. Or maybe they just smell Diego's cologne."
"It is Isaiah," Michael said looking at the crowd of journalists. "This is his homecoming. The narrative is perfect. The rejected boy comes back to the castle to kill the King."
"Shakespeare," Arthur grunted. "I prefer action movies. Less talking more explosions."
The elevator dinged.
The Misfits walked out.
They looked relaxed. Diego Nunez was wearing a tracksuit that was two sizes too small for his muscles. He was holding a bag of bagels.
Kenji Sato was bowing to a potted plant that he accidentally bumped into.
Kai Sora was sleepwalking. He had his sunglasses on and was being guided by Finn Riley like a blind man.
And then there was Isaiah King.
