[h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Edric Laybourne[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Location: Tacoma International Airport
Interacting With: N/A
Date: March 14th
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Edric still wasn't fully convinced that this was happening. As the man who had given him his letter lead him to a private jet on one of the smaller runways of Tacoma, his mind began racing. [i]What if it's a trap?[/i] he thought, [i]don't be an idiot. There's no "traps" in real life.[/i]He was so deep in thought, he hardly noticed that the man had stopped. The sleek black private plane lowered a set of stairs with a satisfying [i]hiss[/i]. 
As the silent man led him up the steps and into the plane, he involuntarily gasped. "There's no way this is happening".
"Sir," said the delivery man in a soft voice "You have said that for the eleventh time now, I'm a patient man. You are beginning to get on my nerves Doctor." The man had a smile on his face to show Laybourne that he was kidding. "Shall we be off to Paris now, sir?"
Edric was silent for a moment. "Well I can't see a fair reason not to," he cleared his throat "to Paris, my good man."