He chuckled as she muttered husband, it was very humorous to him knowing that they'd have to play this role, though there was also a certain tension behind it as well. His hand kept with hers as she slept, but he then noticed that she slid to his shoulder and used him as a pillow. Throughout the last leg of the planeride, he enjoyed his stout, remembering the taste of home he couldn't help but to think of how his mother and father were doing. Soon his mind drifted off into the clouds as he stared out the window.

He only re-focused when they descended to land, his attention immediately went to Elsa as she woke with the wheels hitting the tarmac. [color=39b54a]"I had an enjoyable flight. I'm also glad you slept well."[/color] He said giving her a gentle smile as the plane made its way up to the terminal. 

===[b]Airport[/b]===

As they started out onto the main floor of the Airport, he looked around for a moment. The Airport was massive, two stories, with not many around. Not to mention there was lacking security. Perhaps something of a slow day? He nodded as she had told him to on ahead due to her need to use the facilities. [color=39b54a]"Alright, I'll get our bags, don't take too long though. We have to get to our room and ready up for tonight."[/color] He said giving her one last look as he started for the baggage claim.

Reading some of the signs he started making his way. [color=39b54a]"Jeez could our bags have gone any farther?"[/color] He muttered as he looked at the ticket and a corresponding map that said that it was halfway across the airport. Then he noticed something. An onlooker who seemed to take some interest. Keeping with his course, he looked over to a pair of vending machines and a payphone. Walking up to the payphone, he put a few coins in and called the station. All the while he talked to Sharon, passing along random numbers, but then giving a serial number and his room number. He asked to send his crate of wine to make sure it was there by tomorrow. He also watched from the glass reflection as the strangers kept their distance. Black trench coats, sunglasses, gloves, slacks and some brown motorcycle boots. With the last part of his call, he said key phrase, [color=39b54a]"Send the kids word of my landing."[/color] He said before hanging up. Sharon was one who had the playbook. 

As he hung up, Alden noticed there was a distinct lack of guards or people. It looked like there was a pause between crowds. The strangers were also gone. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. But now he was wishing his pistol was on him and not left on his bed. Shaking his head, he planted his hands within his pockets and started to baggage until the crowds started coming back his way. There was something strange in the air as this song had been playing, he knew the song "You Really Got Me" but there was something off about it and the feeling in the air. Tension was what he felt as two guards started approaching him. [color=9e0b0f]"Sir, may we speak with you? We have gotten a report of you calling someone and saying strange things. Come with us?"[/color] They said as one more flanked him from behind. [color=39b54a]"I was just calling a co-worker, no need to worry, they were wanting to make sure I made it here safely."[/color] Alden said trying to walk past but was intercepted by one in front. [color=9e0b0f]"Listen, we just have to fill out a quick screening, then you'll be able to join your wife."[/color] The one that blocked him, kept his arms crossed, he was wearing some black gloves. the one behind opened the door to their right and it led to a room with a table and two chairs on either side.

[color=39b54a]"Sure if it'll make you feel better."[/color] He sighed as he caught a glance downward and saw the motorcycle boots, same one as the strangers... He walked into the room, slowly feeling the interrogation room feel start to take hold as one walked in, and the other closed the door and stood in front of it While the third stayed outside presumably to turn away anyone who wanted in. Alden went for the seat until he turned and stood behind it. It was aluminum and the table was steel. [color=39b54a]"So lads, is it normal for you to wear motorcycle boots or did you forget to wear your regular shoes?"[/color] Alden said his hands never leaving his jacket as he faced the both of them as they looked at each other. [color=9e0b0f]"Well looks like the disguises didn't work too well..."[/color] As he spoke, he strode towards Alden before drawing a trench knife out and lunging at him it was a peculiar knife indeed. From one glance it was American made, and he had every intention of ending Alden's life.

Taking a step back Alden kicked the aluminum chair into him causing him to falter as the other flanked him, a push dagger in hand. They wanted him dead. Going for the lunge with the dagger the second managed to land a slice on his shoulder, but it was too shallow as Alden had managed to avoid the brunt of the blade. The first one was now coming at him as Alden re-aligned and lunged into the second, his right hand cocked from his pocket, his knuckles were lined with brass as he closed the gap and forcibly collapsed the second's airway with a solid punch, assisted by the brass. Choking for air, the first went to slash his jugular artery, but missed due to Alden continuous movement, though he could feel the blade gaining purchase as the tip dug into the suit jacket and pierce into Alden's shoulder. 

In pain, Alden fell to the floor for a moment. [color=39b54a]"How... dare you.... Schweinehund![/color] He said, his German accent was now emerging as the pain coursed through him. Kicking at his attacker, he could feel the knife turn in his shoulder as it was pulled back out. [color=9e0b0f]"Time to die!"[/color] The perp said as he went for a full cocked punch with the knuckle part of the knife, trying to bludgeon him. Alden was however able to roll and swiftly kick the man's ankle with enough force to stagger him for just a moment giving him enough time to land a clean punch to the perp's groin the brass knuckles making it ten times worse as the man started bleeding from it and letting out a bloodcurdling scream. [color=39b54a]"Nicht heute Motherfucker..."[/color] He said beating his cheekbone in, before standing over him, his foot firmly planted on the hand with the knife and his other planted on his chest to keep him from moving too much.[color=39b54a]"My turn... Who are you..."[/color] He was cut short as foam coursed out of the man's mouth, he'd taken cyanide before Alden could beat the shit out of him some more. The other guy had accidentally choked his down after having his wind pipe crushed. 

[color=39b54a]"Verdammt... My shoulder....[/color] He rose from the dead man in front of him and started undressing to dress the shoulder using his shirt using the clean parts as a temporary bandage he then undressed one that looked to be about his size and put the dark collared shirt on, [color=39b54a]"Need to get out of this damned airport before we get shot..."[/color] he stuck his hand into his pocket, keeping the brass knuckle gripped as he knocked on the door. No response, When Alden cracked the door open, he saw the other guard had walked off somewhere else. Sighing he walked out, making sure that he closed the door. He made his way over to baggage claim and could see his and Elsa's cases were the last on the line waiting for him. His shoulder was fucked until he could get some proper medical treatment, but until then he'd have to be careful. Picking up his case, he used the rollers on Elsa's case and walked to where he last saw her.