[center][h1][color=554300]Joel Grau[/color][/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/mUm2pjU.png?1[/img][/center]
[center][color=554300][b]Location:[/b][/color] Munich International Airport
[color=554300][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] The Delivery Man
[color=554300][b]Date:[/b][/color] March 15th[/center]

Joel had spent only a little bit of his time shopping, and he had mostly done so for a few formal outfits, having very little in the way of dinnerware of general smart wear other than his uniforms - which he had no desire to bring on the trip itself. Making his way down to the lobby of the hotel, he'd settled on a navy blue jumper, along with a pair of khaki trousers and a white, buttoned shirt, simple but nice, and most of all comfortable. Joel had planned to take a taxi to the airport itself, but as he got into the lobby he found himself stopped by a smartly dressed, older man in a black suit and coat.

"Mister Grau, i'm here to take you to your flight." The man said rather simply and kindly, Joel had to make a double-take as he looked to the man, having not expected anyone to show up ready to bring him to the airport itself, not that he had any complaints. [color=554300][b]"Very well, thank you, that would be wonderful."[/b][/color] The man took his ticket, and Joel followed the man out to a black sedan which was waiting, placing his bag in the back before he climbed in, idly staring out the window as the car moved off the main road toward a gate, driving out onto the tarmac itself and off toward a private hangar.

Joel certainly hadn't expected this sort of reception, until this point he'd figured he'd be sitting a normal flight, but as he saw the private jet they were approaching, it finally dawned on him just the kind of treatment he was to receive. Something about it unnerved Joel, that lingering feeling that it was all just too good to be true, but he wouldn't question it, at least not openly, apart from the feeling in his gut he had no reason to.

"Welcome, Mister Grau," the pilot greeted Joel, opening his door and watching as the man climbed out. "I am Captain Adler, and I will be flying you to Paris this evening. Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked simply, escorting Joel to the plane itself.

[color=554300][b]"A glass of whisky wouldn't go awry."[/b][/color] Joel commented simply, the pilot giving a smile and a nod as the steward poured Joel his drink and handed it to him. Joel took it with a curt nod, watching as the pilot moved off to the cockpit as he took a long drink, settling down into one of the lounge chairs by the windows, he wasn't quite sure what to think of all this, never had the man been so privileged in his life.

Letting out a sigh, he shifted the glass in his hand idly, staring out the window as he settled in for the flight to Paris.