It really only took Alex three days to come up with a good plan, Maya and Leo to get the weapons they needed ready in Seattle, Ray to get Herman the Great 2.0 back on-line, and for Sam to get his beloved helmet back.
He sat in his room, bags all packed, ready to hop on his flight to Seattle, polishing his beloved helmet. They weren’t going to make the mistake of checking any bags this time, and the arrangements for weapons made it so they wouldn’t be caught. The helmet looked more like a cosplay piece than an actual helmet with a HUD and a targeting system. Man, he loved this thing.
There was a knock on the door, Leo opened it and smiled.
“Ready to go?”
“Yep.” He nodded and shoved the helmet into his suitcase. “Why did you knock? We share a room. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.”
“I was just being polite.” Leo waved her hand. He came over and kissed her. Holding her close and making the kiss long.
“What was that about?” she whispered.
“I’m just going to miss you.” Sam held her hands. “And I’m going to worry about you until I see you again.”
“I’m going to miss you, too.” She smiled. “And I’ll worry as well. It’ll be fine. But you have to hurry. You and Alex need to get taxi’s to the airport.”
Sam nodded and got his bags, he grabbed her hand and led her out to the entry of the apartment. He hugged her one last time before he walked out the door.
The ride to the airport was quiet, he and Alex weren’t appearing to fly together, as any of them were. He got to the ticket counter, hat on his head, got checked in for his flight. Everything was fine. He was even able to get a burger without anyone recognizing him. Had it all blown over that much in the last three days? The world really did have the memory of a goldfish.
Boarding his plane, he saw their pictures, again. But they were still the old ones, with old hair colors and clothing. There was no way they would recognize him. His passport had already been cleared.
But he couldn’t relax. There was no way that his training would ever let him relax. He would always be looking over his shoulder. He supposed that was how Alex felt, too.
He looked around him, searching for her blonde hair, the color Maya had changed it to. She was about six people behind him, wearing a rather fancy outfit, looking more like an office lady on a business trip than an ex-soldier. It was perfect.
He sat down on his flight and settled in for the long haul. He was landing in New Work in stead of NYC, making sure that they stayed off the major airports’ radar.
He saw Alex board and settle in, too, just two rows ahead. And he relaxed just a little, hoping that just the little bit of ease he was allowing into his system wouldn’t cause the universe to prove him wrong.