09-21-2016, 12:01 PM
Tickets in hand, or, well, downloaded on the wallet, Jensen stepped from the metro train onto the platform that connected to Moscow International airport. Years ago when he arrived in Moscow it had been by train, regular train, on the long ride from eastern Europe working his way through temporary, cash-only jobs. He'd been in the CCD illegally at that point in time. Thanks to Jon, the American lawyer, that was no longer the case, but he still never had cause to visit the airport until now.
Jessika bought the tickets, and Jensen cringed to imagine how much they cost her last minute, or even how she found an open seat. It was going to be two days of travel, with at least four plane changes to get to Dallas. Jensen's stomach was tied in knots over the idea. He hoisted his shoulder bag and let the flow of the crowd carry him to ticketing. Even in the middle of the night, the airport was bustling, so busy it was.
Jessika bought the tickets, and Jensen cringed to imagine how much they cost her last minute, or even how she found an open seat. It was going to be two days of travel, with at least four plane changes to get to Dallas. Jensen's stomach was tied in knots over the idea. He hoisted his shoulder bag and let the flow of the crowd carry him to ticketing. Even in the middle of the night, the airport was bustling, so busy it was.