[h2][centre][b]Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas.[/b][/centre][/h2]

An experienced business class flyer, the man leaned back with a beer, nothing stronger and rested his eyes. The red eye flight was dark and had left late the previous evening had it began to flip from 2300 to 0000 on local time. His book was abandoned to the side and that was if sleep evaded him as it would be a long flight from Scotland to the destination.

He had few people to tell, tell more than a business trip and might not be contactable, he had told his mother that he would be safe and this would help keep the estate in the family. Bills where bills and his extra curricular work helped pay and keep the estate in order so she could Potter about the garden and he lived well on the governments and others pay. 

He had not given up the secret but a rare few needed more than to be away for a few weeks, some people had to take care of his affairs and such at home. You could not manage everything alone and some things could not be left alone for weeks at a time. 

He had more flyer miles than about 1% of the population so he began to doze off after a beer and the steady thrum of aircraft engines lulled the man to sleep as he relaxed knowing that he could take advantage of comfort for a few days before the work really began. Paid time too, this operation was far more comfortable than briefing in the middle of the deserts of the Middle East around an old yellowish light or some business-like bunker / base with spartan walls and old chairs that probably were thrown out from a jail. 

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“Urgh, star bucks never changes” He said as he chugged an over-priced coffee waiting for his taxi in the hot weather, looking out for a sign from one of the drivers. This company seemed to run on the old fashioned name on a sign and it was easy… no digital apps..just a sign. “Mr Johnothan Le Mariner” it said on the sign as found his driver and rolled his case along dressed in light trousers, a short sleeve shirt and a light jacket with sunglasses and a hat he had picked up in the airport. It fit his cover and he breezed through without much notice or fuss. His prior experience had taught him how to bend in and be as boring as possible so no one gave you a second glance or detailed one at least. He was least able to travel under own name as this was all legit as far as the cover went and business in the country. 

He had arrived a day early to settle in before the rush, it let him spend a little time acclimatising to the heat and enjoying an evening at the bar talking to an attractive lady on a business trip for a commercial estate agency who was on their annual company general meeting. Well he was meant to be using a cover story, he lived up to that as he managed to scope out several potential members of their group, too fit too in control and he knew the type. He was used to subterfuge and being attentive to his environment around him. 

Truth be told. It was not the first time he had used this cover or attended a real one, just far less fancy than this event. He was hardly that wealthy. Thank you SIS and Diplomatic services for that little skill set. He was a former officer enjoying civilian life after a large inheritance by his father and investing to grow and sustain their ancestral home. A not a lie that also masked the truth. 

He had enjoyed a far better coffee, a quiet breakfast that morning overlooking crystal blue seas as his partner that evening had left early morning to appear in her room and get ready for a presentation but he had a business card left on the nightstand. It was walking into the briefing room with a complementary designer bottle of water and snacking on the last bit of a pastry. Placing the expensive hard back note book he acquired for the purpose from Edinburgh he completed his act. 

“Good morning, I hope you enjoyed breakfast.” He said casually and sat down in one of the comfortable chairs with a look round the room seeing the woman more calm, the man who seemed to be serious and another who looked like he was on parade for the regimental sergeant major. “Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas formerly of Her Majesties multiple services.” He introduced himself calmly with an unhurried tone. 

There was no need to rush and no need to cause drama. Calm, relaxed. Business was much easier when you did not cause drama. 

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