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Ugh it seems as though I am in another airport again.

I ruffle my hair which is currently In a state of bed head and is stuck to the side of my face.

Le sigh. When I asked about buying a bottle of wine on my flight the attendant rejected me by saying that the flight was too short for alcoholic beverages and they would only be serving water and complimentary pretzel bags. It took me ten minutes to calm down after that. (Of course I still took the pretzels anyway. How can you say no to pretzels?)

Figures the one thing I don't hate about flying is taken away. DAMN YOU AIR ASIA HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY BOOZE! I swear I shall have my revenge.

As drag my airsick body across the floor and force my bloodshot eyes open I can just imagine a Bunch of rich corporate assholes smoking rolled up money and laughing about how much they saved from not serving alcohol on flight 7012.

Mark my words you damn capitalist monkeys, I shall have my revenge.

A mother and her daughter walk past me.

“Hey mommy what is that weird lady doing?”

“Don't look honey she is just a bit different from normal people. Just ignore her.”

A few people stare at me as I begin to perform an ancient Tark cursing ritual in the middle of the airport. Dark miasma swirls around me as I chant an ancient language under my breath. And make hand gestures.

UUU I wanna go homeeee. If only that damn emperor of ours hadn't surfaced the island then I would still be sleeping in a hammock by the beach. 

I wouldn't have to go on airplanes and assassinate people halfway across the world.

It reminded me of those lazy sixteen years before we were thrust into international affairs.

I hugged my briefcase like a pillow against my chest and oozed towards immigration

I approached the desk and slammed my papers down.

The officer almost feel out of his seat in surprise.

He took one look at my face and laughed. He must have seen my type thousands of times

“Long flight?” He asked as I handed him my passport.

My bloodshot eyes bored into his soul.

“It wasn't a long flight I just get airsick easily, I hate flying.” I replied irritably.

He nodded as he looked over my papers and stamped my passport.

“That makes two of us, what is the purpose of your stay?”

“Business.”

“For how long?”

“Two days.”

He hands me back my papers and gives me a good natured wink.

“Have a nice stay.”

I grumbled an answer and stuffed my papers into my pocket.

The next step was to head to the airport locker room where a few of my assets had been stored beforehand.

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My body dragged down the hallway. Giving me the appearence of a recently animated ghoul.

Once there I set down my case and type in the passcode. The lock makes a clicking sound indicating that the locker is free to be opened.

Yay with this I can finally see my baby again. 

I open the locker. In the inside is a plastic bag full of money, a folded up piece of paper, a small silver key, and a black North Face wavelength travel pack.

I first pull out the bag of money.

My eyes widen as I inspect the contents.

Damn! They sure went all out for this mission, there must be almost $10,000 worth of currency in here.

I set the bag down inside the locker to make sure nobody sees it as they pass by. If I'm seen carrying so much money by a criminal I'll be in trouble.it's not that I can't handle them, it's just that if I have to kill them it may compromise my cover in the city. Not everyone has access to Tark technology.

I next pick up the piece of paper and unfold it. My eyes scan across the few words written on the page.

“There should be a driver waiting for you. Code word is ‘Ice Sunday’. The driver will introduce himself as Flash. When you arrive ask for Cyber, he will give you your next orders. Good luck Laria.

-D

P.S. The money's my treat buy yourself dinner or something.”

So that's why there is so much money I wonder if the extra money is from his own personal funds. I bet he is trying to make me find a boyfriend again, and wants me to take him to dinner. 

Sigh, I appreciate the thought but at the moment I am completely asexual. Other people just don't interest me.

I fold up the letter and set it next to the bag of funds.

Next I grab the key out the locker. I stare at it longingly.

I wish I could use this right now. But I can't exactly show my baby in the middle of an airport.

Next I grab the travel pack and put it down on the bench behind me.

The key and the note get shoved into the front zipper pocket. I sloppily unzip the main compartment and shove the bag of money inside.

I re zip the pack and sling it over my shoulders.

I notice that my empty locker door is still open so I slam it shut.

Looking down I see the briefcase that is resting on the floor. After a moment it is in my arms. 

I stroke it softly.

“Soon my baby soon.”

I giggle.

My assassins training alerts me to another presence in the room. My bloodshot eyes whip around to find a man staring at me with a strange expression on his face.

He smiles awkwardly and slowly backs out of the room.

After he is gone I shrug my shoulders. Eh maybe I am a bit crazy after plane rides, but what can you do.