The Airport - Greg - (29)

Well, as could be expected the car ride went from bad to worse, but eventually we did get to the airport. Of course, I'd known it wasn't the normal airport, but I'd expected Ian to ask about it. Especially after Marcus drove through the parking garage to lose that guy. He seemed to be past the asking now, just nodding along and taking things in stride. I'd be impressed, except that 90% of the time the ones who take it well at first have a breakdown later on. Still, you could never quite predict recruits. Nonconformity was one of the criteria. We all got out inside our airport entrance except Marcus, who went to park the cars. You're gonna ask, just like Scarlett did, how Marcus can park both cars. It doesn't involve cloning. He's just a very good driver, and one of the features of the facade is that it can be driven by remote simultaneously to another vehicle. They're actually pretty autonomous. So Marcus just had to drive Ellen's less conspicuous vehicle, and the Facade followed behind. He wasn't really parking them anyway, if you must know. He was loading them onto the plane.
Well the rest of us were all on our way into the airport. I guess I should go ahead and describe our entrance. It was pretty much like a standard airport entrance, except without traditional security or metal detectors or desks to buy tickets. And very sparsely staffed, with only the occassional recruiter, dressed in traditional garb. ANd there weren't shops like a regular airport, or terminals exactly. So actually, it was nothing like the standard entrance, or the standard airport. It was just a convenient way to get access to runways to launch our "planes."
We got out of the cars in an area called the tunnel, which contained a road the cars drove through and a tunnel for people, as well as 2 -3 recruiters. Between us and the walking tunnel was a clear pane and a sliding door."How was your ride?" asked Ellen sweetly as she got out of the car.I glanced at the recruits. Virgil was talking to them about the airport. Well, it was stuff they's have to learn sooner or later. I leaned in close to Ellen. "First of all, how the heck does HE know about my being a re-recruit?" "How does he know anything, Greg? I don't know! He was always did have a way with observing," she reminded me. "Spying you mean. He's also figured out where we're going. He called it Bermuda." "We've only been using that codename for a week!" "And second of all, I'm 75% sure we were being followed. By someone in a taxi." "Anything extraworldly?" she asked. "Not that he showed." "Thanks, I'll keep an eye out." She returned her attention to the group. "Ok, kids, let's go," she said, "Hold your breath and look straight ahead as we go through this door. From now on until we're on our way, follow my instructions to the letter, and don't listen to anything Virgil says until further notice. He is NOT a formal recruit of this party and he will likely not be going further than our first stop." "Oh Ellen," Virgil replied sarcastically, "I didn't know you cared."