* A rather enjoyable flight. It's been quite a while since I could just lean back and enjoy the ride, instead of jumping out of a perfectly fine plane. Ahh, those were the days... *
Conrad retrieves his travel-bag from the baggage claim and strolls casually towards the exit.
* Hmm, nice weather; almost perfect for some sight-seeing. Alas, the job takes precedence, so perhaps later. *
While walking he keeps a constant vigil, always alert to his surroundings. Sooner than later his eyes settle on a trio of men standing near the airport gate, one of them reading a newspaper. When Conrad catches a glimpse of the headlines, he smiles inwardly. Contemplating them he wonders who of them would be "Indigo".
When Conrad hears the shades-wearing chain-smoker talk, he can't contain a slight grin, glancing down at his own old shades, safely tucked away in his breastpocket. He hadn't worn them for a long time, but still carried 'em around.
* I wonder, if he's one of the boys. Oh well, we'll see about that. *
"A real tradegy, that Crimson tide, isn't it?," Conrad asks, indicating the headline with his index finger. "I'll bet the environmentalists will have a field day with it."