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Dec. 6th, 2017
[gotham international airport]
Dec. 6th, 2017 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
romanvittoriosionisIt's early afternoon when Sionis and Harkness finally roll up to the airport in their nondescript, borrowed sedan. It's busy already. Tourists, business travelers. Schmucks. Lots of 'em. Roman pays the parking fee out of pocket and somehow manages a prime spot without violence or threats thereof. The mob-provided vehicle camouflages nicely enough that Roman makes careful note of exactly where the fuck they parked lest they do something brilliant like lose the goddamn car.
Roman carefully tucks his piece under his jacket when they finally climb out of the car. He has no actual idea who it is they've been sent to fetch; when you get orders handed down from the head of the family, you do them and don't ask unnecessary questions. He can guess, though. Someone with pull. And someone in enough danger to not only warrant an escort, but for Sionis to get stuck with the giant stupid Aussie for the task.
There's a large group of tourists huddled at a crosswalk, by the rows and rows of waiting taxis. The two of them blend in, as much as they could possibly blend in anything. They go as far as the airline counters before breaking off to find their particular gate. D10, one way from Reno, Nevada.
Harkness is in a surprisingly chatty mood. Roman nods along but tries to mostly tune him out. He can't exactly tell him to shut the fuck up, either. He settles for walking at a good clip as if he could possibly outrun the conversation. They end up making it to the gate much sooner than expected, unsurprisingly.
If Roman's entirely honest with himself, Harkness isn't even being particularly obnoxious. Roman is just... tense. Something about this just sets his teeth on edge, and it's not even being made to be chauffeur for some important so-and-so. He can't put his finger on it.
Roman carefully tucks his piece under his jacket when they finally climb out of the car. He has no actual idea who it is they've been sent to fetch; when you get orders handed down from the head of the family, you do them and don't ask unnecessary questions. He can guess, though. Someone with pull. And someone in enough danger to not only warrant an escort, but for Sionis to get stuck with the giant stupid Aussie for the task.
There's a large group of tourists huddled at a crosswalk, by the rows and rows of waiting taxis. The two of them blend in, as much as they could possibly blend in anything. They go as far as the airline counters before breaking off to find their particular gate. D10, one way from Reno, Nevada.
Harkness is in a surprisingly chatty mood. Roman nods along but tries to mostly tune him out. He can't exactly tell him to shut the fuck up, either. He settles for walking at a good clip as if he could possibly outrun the conversation. They end up making it to the gate much sooner than expected, unsurprisingly.
If Roman's entirely honest with himself, Harkness isn't even being particularly obnoxious. Roman is just... tense. Something about this just sets his teeth on edge, and it's not even being made to be chauffeur for some important so-and-so. He can't put his finger on it.