Being at the back of the group Leon had a grand view of the slow breakdown of all subtlety. The sudden nerves of the newer members up front, Morgan’s attempts to cover them, and the near catastrophic meltdown from the client. E’s method to shut her up wasn’t all that useful either. Sure a lot of people turned their heads at public displays of affection, but they also drew others attention when they were two random women, one with tears rolling down her face, in the middle of the airport lobby. Of course, the kicker was the magic that Leon could see spilling from E’s mouth as she pulled away. Even if they knew the group was here with Madeline, they might not have known the group’s capabilities.

“Ya know usually the point of us is to keep our clients out of the mental hospital,” Leon growled at E as he continued forward.

But he didn’t waste any more time on that. He kept close to E and client knowing his coat could shield them from a magical attack. As soon as they were clear of the doors Leon took Madeline’s arm and hurried her to the SUV’s back seat. Where she sat still in that dazed far out state. Leon buckled her in before putting down one of the seats and moving to the trunk space. Dropping his duffle bag back in the seat Leon pulled out his shielding totem.

“Ancestor Bear, wake and shield your kin. I plead for your protection.” Leon whispered holding the totem to his chest.

A golden light began to spill like water from the totem. Slowly it began to creep along the floor and eventually up the walls to the roof. When the light stopped growing it covered the back half of the vehicle. The whole place looked like it had been wrapped in psychedelic gold tie-dye foil. Leon stuck the totem between the seats to make sure it would stay put. By now everyone was in, and before Leon could give the A-OK Morgan floored it sending Leon crashing into the trunk door hard enough to knock open.

Leon barely managed to grab onto a cargo hook in the floor to keep himself from sliding right out the back. If it weren't for current circumstances Leon would have been impressed at how many people they had managed to piss off at once. Granted the TSA members were just as likely to be cultists in neon vest Leon was still confused on why they would be after them so fast.

His questions could wait though as the ones that were smart enough to not try jumping on a moving vehicle were pulling out guns. The shield only coated what it was touching when activated not the space between, so with the door up a good shot could hit Morgan or Malone. Leon threw his coat up to Malone, which stayed golden even out of the totems original range.

“Put that on the back of Morgan's seat, and stay behind me.” Leon told Malone sounding more like someone on a Sunday drive than one in a car chase, “Oh and if you get a chance, revolver’s in the front interior pocket of the duffle.”