Arab-Canada
25-10-2007, 15:12
From various points of the world that encircled Firehelper came people, everyday more and more people came. For what purposes? Many where tourists that wanted to see the nation itself. Others where there on business, signing contracts and making deals. Others really had no reason, they simply floated around from nation to nation lost in their own guilt for past crimes which they maybe trying to out run... not from the law, but from their own shame. And even within this mass of travelers there where some who are simply sleeping, awaiting their proverbial alarm clock to sound so that they may begin their quest. They took on the roles of the people around them, tourists, business men, floaters, even immigrants who seemed to really want to live in this fine nation. Their true agenda is unknown.
" Attention fliers! Flight to Greal will be leaving in 1 hour, please make your way to the concourse..." The constant mono tone of the voice behind the loud speak was irritating as it began its announcement as three aircraft from different nations flew in to the airport. People got off the aircraft, many people who where returning home meet with families they left behind in the main terminal, tears of happiness and joy rushing down their faces. Others simply went about their day walking through security and then on through to the main terminal. They appeared normal, smiling, and chatting with female security officers, and reading magazines off the airports shelfs.
The first one to get off slowly made his way over to a bar within the airports terminal and ordered a light drink to settle his stomach. Last he had eaten was back in the other airport. Others slowly started to make their way to the same bar and sat down. They ordered different drinks some ordered food. They sat among each other never hinting that they knew one another. A code had been arranged among them. So when they speak it sounded as if they where talking about their flights, and talking about whats their plans where for being there.
" Hey, did you say you came from Ride tide before that nuclear blast? " asked one of them
Another replied " Yeah, Its so crazy about what happened. I'm just glad I was able to get out of the nation before everything locked down."
" Crazy... thats crazy. " said another
" So, where did you come from?" asked one of the more quite ones
" I came from here and there. Dont really have a home." said the only one who hadn't spoken yet.
The group continued with idle chatter with one another, talking about seemingly random things.
The men simply nodded at each others comments and proceeded to continue on their way. Fully in knowledge of their objectives now that mission details had been pasted along. One was one his way to the immigration office, another was on his way to a hotel where he would begin his mission of Intelligence gathering on police and securities through out certain targets of interest, The others would go about other lifestyles. They would not speak to one another again for almost 5 years.
" Attention fliers! Flight to Greal will be leaving in 1 hour, please make your way to the concourse..." The constant mono tone of the voice behind the loud speak was irritating as it began its announcement as three aircraft from different nations flew in to the airport. People got off the aircraft, many people who where returning home meet with families they left behind in the main terminal, tears of happiness and joy rushing down their faces. Others simply went about their day walking through security and then on through to the main terminal. They appeared normal, smiling, and chatting with female security officers, and reading magazines off the airports shelfs.
The first one to get off slowly made his way over to a bar within the airports terminal and ordered a light drink to settle his stomach. Last he had eaten was back in the other airport. Others slowly started to make their way to the same bar and sat down. They ordered different drinks some ordered food. They sat among each other never hinting that they knew one another. A code had been arranged among them. So when they speak it sounded as if they where talking about their flights, and talking about whats their plans where for being there.
" Hey, did you say you came from Ride tide before that nuclear blast? " asked one of them
Another replied " Yeah, Its so crazy about what happened. I'm just glad I was able to get out of the nation before everything locked down."
" Crazy... thats crazy. " said another
" So, where did you come from?" asked one of the more quite ones
" I came from here and there. Dont really have a home." said the only one who hadn't spoken yet.
The group continued with idle chatter with one another, talking about seemingly random things.
The men simply nodded at each others comments and proceeded to continue on their way. Fully in knowledge of their objectives now that mission details had been pasted along. One was one his way to the immigration office, another was on his way to a hotel where he would begin his mission of Intelligence gathering on police and securities through out certain targets of interest, The others would go about other lifestyles. They would not speak to one another again for almost 5 years.