She shook her head. "Only the pilots." Straining, she could then see the barest flicker of black movement from the small spate of woods just off the airstrip, her team assembling.
"Don't seem to notice anything, though," she murmured in a low whisper. "Good thing, too." Just then, her radio crackled.
"All ready, Ma'am."
Turning to Jim, she flashed him an anxious look. Suddenly, the door to the jet began to open, and the air stairs being folded out. The first two henchmen filed out, seemingly unawares, followed by three more.
Then.
The man himself took a step out of the plane, pausing at the beginning of the air stairs to light a cigarette. At 6'4", Adam Wiles cut an impressive figure in his black Armani suit; his pale Scots skin offset it, giving him an almost ethereal look, but the barest scruff of a beard lent a roughened edge. He scraped fingers through his perfectly-coiffed fauxhawk and began his descent, his steps languid.
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Date: 2015-09-03 02:20 am (UTC)"Don't seem to notice anything, though," she murmured in a low whisper. "Good thing, too." Just then, her radio crackled.
"All ready, Ma'am."
Turning to Jim, she flashed him an anxious look. Suddenly, the door to the jet began to open, and the air stairs being folded out. The first two henchmen filed out, seemingly unawares, followed by three more.
Then.
The man himself took a step out of the plane, pausing at the beginning of the air stairs to light a cigarette. At 6'4", Adam Wiles cut an impressive figure in his black Armani suit; his pale Scots skin offset it, giving him an almost ethereal look, but the barest scruff of a beard lent a roughened edge. He scraped fingers through his perfectly-coiffed fauxhawk and began his descent, his steps languid.