Unfortunate Consequences (Helsingor, Denmark)

[Legione Sumus]

Peter Andersen

Peter had time to kill before he headed to Copenhagen for his flight to Moscow, so he had done some cleaning.  The living room had been decorated with pictures - mostly pictures of his animal daughter.  Elyse had been an only child and the pride and joy of her mother.  It was really a pity.  Peter threw the last picture - a picture of Elyse's high school graduation into the flame with the rest.  What did the pictures matter? His daughter was dead.

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Peter arrived at the airport later that day.  His flight was scheduled a couple of hours later, but as always - he arrived early.  You never knew how long it would take to get through airport security.  He moved quickly to the check in station and when it was his turn, handing the woman at the counter his pass. She scanned it, frowned, and scanned it again. "I'm sorry, sir," she said, handing back the pass. Peter could feel two men approaching him from behind. "I can't let you in."

"What are you talking..." Peter was interrupted by one of the men behind him.

"Peter Andersen?" he asked, and Peter turned to see two security officers behind him.  He nodded in response. "You need to come with us," the words were polite, but the tone suggested this was not a request. Peter followed.

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A couple of hours later, Peter was escorted out of the airport. Somehow he had ended up on the no-fly list. They had searched through his luggage and patted him down, searching for anything that might be considered a weapon. Peter never got on commercial flights with his own weapons.  It was a good habit it appeared, because security found nothing on him.  They questioned him, mostly trying to figure out why he was going to Moscow.  His answer was simply that he was visiting his daughter - not a lie - but not the truth either.

With no reason to hold him, Peter was released.  It had been a long day, so he decided to get a hotel in the city tonight instead of driving back home.

"Good evening, sir! How can I help you?" the hostess was cheerful.

"A room please - anything is fine,"

They went through the typical dance of finding a room and agreeing.  Peter handed over his card for payment, and had a moment of deja Vu as the woman tried the card, frowned, and tried it again. 

"I'm sorry, sir. It's declining your card."

Peter tried another with the same results.  Frustrated, he left got in his car and headed back to Helsingor.  Anger burned within him.  Being randomly added to the no fly list and losing access to his accounts on the same day was not a coincidence.  Something had happened.  His first thought went to Elyse, but no, it couldn't be her.  If she was in hiding, she wouldn't be checking Atharim reports. Even if she had, she didn't have the tech experience to hack like that.  It was a hurdle, but he'd get over it.  He'd request funds from the Atharim to get to Moscow and deal with his own accounts later.  Unfortunately, he'd have to drive there now.