09-21-2016, 01:57 PM
Ivan sped through traffic with his lights going. Time was critical and he couldn't afford to be pulled over. Traffic to the airport was always bad, especially now, with the weather warming up. Add to that the exodus of people who didn't want to be in the city with Ascendancy or any others like him....well....
Anyway, he got there and parked out front, flashing his badge to the security. He headed inside at a brisk walking jog to security, met the agent- who, to his credit, made sure to check the ID quickly rather than decide to take his sweet time- and was soon trying to find the gate. The info he'd received en route had said that Jensen James was scheduled to depart from Moscow at gate 58. A long trip. He looked around for one of the cars but there was none to be found. The moving sidewalks were crowded too. They'd be too slow anyway.
He started running, weaving through the crowds. He passed patrons at the various stores and restaurants, all the screens dedicated to the Ascendancy's demonstration, talking heads pontificating about this or that. Ivan ignored it. There was also some brief footage of the commotion at the Kremlin including the ambulances, though, - thank God- he saw nothing about the Ascendancy's injuries. Hopefully, they could keep a lid on that.
He moved fast until, at last, 58 was ahead. He sped up and looked over the crowd, seeking the Padre. There! Finally. His wallet was in his hand- probably with his tickets.
He went up to him and spoke quietly. "Mr. James. We need your help. Your....special help. Someone has been hurt. Can you come with me please?"
It wasn't really a question. This was too critical. He'd tell him more in car. Not here though, with all the ears.
Anyway, he got there and parked out front, flashing his badge to the security. He headed inside at a brisk walking jog to security, met the agent- who, to his credit, made sure to check the ID quickly rather than decide to take his sweet time- and was soon trying to find the gate. The info he'd received en route had said that Jensen James was scheduled to depart from Moscow at gate 58. A long trip. He looked around for one of the cars but there was none to be found. The moving sidewalks were crowded too. They'd be too slow anyway.
He started running, weaving through the crowds. He passed patrons at the various stores and restaurants, all the screens dedicated to the Ascendancy's demonstration, talking heads pontificating about this or that. Ivan ignored it. There was also some brief footage of the commotion at the Kremlin including the ambulances, though, - thank God- he saw nothing about the Ascendancy's injuries. Hopefully, they could keep a lid on that.
He moved fast until, at last, 58 was ahead. He sped up and looked over the crowd, seeking the Padre. There! Finally. His wallet was in his hand- probably with his tickets.
He went up to him and spoke quietly. "Mr. James. We need your help. Your....special help. Someone has been hurt. Can you come with me please?"
It wasn't really a question. This was too critical. He'd tell him more in car. Not here though, with all the ears.