Aaron sat in The Terminal of Louis Armstrong National Airport. He was sitting at some bar, next to a College student and his buddies who were laughing loudly and cracking Dirty Jokes directed at Aaron and the terrified girl who was the bartender. They were very obviously drunk, and reeked of Fae, or was the alcohol? Aaron couldn't tell. He took a sip of his Cherry Coke, and he pulled out his Visa Black Card. He turned to the bartender. 
"Please just put it on this card." He said pulling up his Duster. The woman looked startled at seeing the Visa Black Card.
"It will be free for you sir." She said stuttering. 
Aaron stood up off of his stool and started walking to security. His angel who had been bound to him by friendship whispered in his head 
"Don't you dare just pass them by, Otherwise they could kill you." 
"Yeah right, as if a bunch of drunk punks could kill me, a trained CIA agent." I retorted. That's when I felt it, I was being dragged. 
"Let's go Pro-feet! I want to kill you!" Aaron winced, it was that college kid. Dragging him in an open airport, how did he think that was gonna fly with the TSA? ((Pun not intended xD)) 
Aaron started screaming "He as a bomb! He has a bomb! He's also kidnapping me!" which made some people look at him, and made the TSA come running. Aaron ran to his gate and got onto the Flight to Heathrow. not looking behind him.The rest of the flight was uneventful.

London.
 Aaron's phone buzzed at the rental car place. It was a text from the order. he triangulated the signal, Got into the Rolls Royce the CIA had gotten for him, and followed the signal to a small Fish 'n Chips shop aptly named Fish 'n Ships. He stepped inside to find three other members. He straightened his duster Jacket and sat at their table. 
"hey guys, how goes it? My name is Aaron White. " He said. "Waitress? Can I get some food?" His eyes turned from the waitress, to the three kids who tried to beat him up in New Orleans Entering the restaurant. "Crap!" He muttered.