xp_logs | Genosha - The Unwritten Alliance: Infiltration (Reply)

Doug and Emma make their way into Genosha in high style.

The tarmac of the private terminal of Wellington International Airport was much like other such places the world over: a variety of hangars clustered in one place, with a taxiway to the couple of runways that serviced it and a small terminal for customs. The construction was clearly a cut above that of the more public terminals of the airport, as befit the rich and powerful who utilized this area to fly their smaller private jets around the world.

Rich and powerful certainly applied to the image presented by the Frost Enterprises Gulfstream that was being refueled - a brighter, more pristine white than that of other planes, with equally white accoutrements visible through the windows of the cabin. Doug and Emma

also presented a similar image as they stood on the tarmac near the open hatch of the plane, looking for all the world like they were stretching their legs and getting fresh air while the plane was refueled before they left again for their ultimate destination.

It being early fall in the southern hemisphere, Doug was wearing a light jacket over a dress shirt with unbuttoned collar, and sunglasses to cut the glare of the late afternoon sun. He held a small smartphone and tapped at its screen, the more to look like Emma's dutiful assistant.

~What do you think?~ he sent to her over a private telepathic 'channel'. ~I've spotted several cameras, but I should be able to spoof them.~

Emma brought her mind back from where it had been scouting through the buildings and across the tarmac. ~Do you know how deliciously lucky you are to have me as your Queen?~ she asked lightly. ~So widely travelled, so often at so many airports passing through that no-one actually considers us even slightly suspicious. If you can fool the cameras, I can fool the barely conscious security that is keeping approximately one-eighth of an eye on us. There are rather a lot of them - actually, a truly disturbing amount for the development level of Genosha - but I should be able to keep them all satisfied of our entirely non-existent movements back to the plane.~

~Very lucky indeed,~ Doug replied with a smile. ~Join the Hellfire Club, see the world, have very kinky sex with most of it.~ Lifestyles of the rich and famous, indeed. He and Emma had already gotten on and off the plane a couple of times during their 'leg stretch', ostensibly to fetch this and that - a bottle of water, Doug's windbreaker, and so forth. This gave him plenty of footage to feed in a loop on the various security cameras pointed at the Gulfstream. He sent a few preprogrammed commands, remotely launching a takeover of the camera system from his smartphone. In a few moments he nodded. ~After you, my Queen,~ he sent with a gallant flip of his hand.

It was like a stretching exercise for the mind, Emma decided, moving it in so many different directions at the same time. Carefully she sifted through an extensive range of visual cortexes and stimulatory neurons, so this guard suddenly decided to find somewhere private to ring his girlfriend and that guard found that he needed the bathroom RIGHT NOW and this passenger suddenly decided to get into a small tiff with a customs officer that distracted a further two security men. Nothing large, no obvious "look over there!" moments. Just a series of small decisions that meant, for a small time, there was no-one looking at one particular section of the airport. ~Follow me exactly,~ Emma sent and began to weave a path that took her across the tarmac and to the fence through a perfectly constructed and dynamic security blind spot.

A good Knight always followed his Queen's lead, and Doug was a very good Knight. The difference between being invisible and being unnoticed was a fairly big one in their case. If they were simply invisible, they could have taken a direct route out of the terminal. But their path was a meandering one that occasionally doubled back on itself, and resembled nothing so much as one of those Family Circus cartoons tracing the route of one of the children and their numerous distractions on the way. Besides, keeping pace behind Emma and her well-tailored slacks came with its own...ancillary benefits.

~Does my butt look big in this airport?~ Emma's wry thought intruded into Doug's mind, but there was also affection and more than the slightest touch of pleasure in it. ~Through the fence or over it?~ she asked, not sure exactly what Doug was carrying in the small bag on his shoulder. The fence was nothing more than a chainlink fence, around seven feet high, the only difficulty in scaling it consisting of the heavy sag at the top that curled it over back towards the tarmac.

~Through,~ Doug replied. Not that he didn't think Emma couldn't find a way to make boosting each other over a fence sexually charged, but he had a compact pair of wire cutters in his bag, and there was always the chance of ripping something on the top of the fence. A few quick clips of key links left them with a roughly person-sized hole that Doug gestured to with a repeat of his earlier hand gesture, coupled with a slight flourish and bow added on. ~Where to, my Queen?~ he asked as they made their way through.

~About thirty more metres that way,~ nodded Emma, ~and then we're out of visual range. Then we make our way to a certain Monsieur Augustin and I pull in a few favours and settle on some nice new Genoshan identities for the next few days.~