[center][h1][color=82ca9d]Claire McManus[/color][/h1][IMG]https://media.giphy.com/media/YU7nnsV6r5n6E/giphy.gif[/IMG]
[b]Location:[/b] Logan International Airport - Boston
[b]Interacting With:[/b] The Delivery Man
[b]Date:[/b] March 14th
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	Claire had arrived by Taxi to the airport, stepping out and glancing around. Her brothers had been driving her nuts the last few days. The closer it came to the date she needed to leave the more concerned they grew. Questions of what was going on, who was the person funding this, why all the secrets and more. Claire had no answers for any of these questions. The best she could do was check for updates on the website, there were none minus a count down until the day they all were supposed to start flying out.

	The Irish Rose was not one for fashion trends and even with the card she had spent little to prep for the travel. A few high end outfits for special occasions was all she had bothered to buy; the rest was just her usual day to day things she wore and a couple of work out outfits; she wasn't about to let all her training go to waste on this little adventure. She had fights scheduled for when she returned and she was damn well determined to make sure she was in prime condition.

	As she exited the cab the same delivery man was there that had given her the box. She perked a brow and stepped over to him as the cabbie unloaded her luggage. "This way Miss McManus," he said ushering her through security.

	[color=82ca9d]"What about my passport? Don't you need that?"[/color] she inquired as she held it out. The man shook his head and took the ticket she had been given, handing it over to security as they were pushed through before the long line waiting.

	"You have, shall we say... Diplomatic Immunity to such things," the man said as they walked. Through international flights and out onto the tarmac proper where a black sedan was waiting for her. "Please get in," he said as her luggage was loaded into the trunk.

	Slipping into the car she sat down, the delivery man biding her farewell before shutting the car door for her. Leaning back she glanced as the car drove off to the private hangers of the more affluent. Her mouth went slack jawed as she saw the private jet that was there waiting on her, complete with red carpet.

	"Welcome Miss McManus," the pilot said as he opened the door and took her hand. "I am Captain Leon and I will be flying you non stop to Paris this evening. Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked as he escorted her to the plane.

	Inside it was plush and regal; hard wood trims, leather thick seats, tables, a place to sleep in the back of the plane, flat screens and more. Claire looked over to him and shook her head slowly. She wasn't expecting this type of treatment. She was just hoping for a seat in coach where she wasn't sitting next to someone who had a B.O. problem.

	[color=82ca9d]"Not really that I can think of unless you can tell me something about the host,"[/color] she said with a smirk. The pilot laughed and shook his head. Claire shrugged and flopped down on one of the leather couches, stretching out and getting comfortable. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Then, let's get this party started!"[/color] she exclaimed laughing. The pilot nodded, the steward closing the plane door since she was the only one leaving from Boston this evening.


*[color=ed1c24]Each character will be flown out of their city of choice. Those flying out of San Fran together, you each will be escorted to the plane but until all three are aboard, we won't be taking off. [/color]