Chapter 52

"Th- There he is."

Standing at the airport the blond man and strict looking woman looked over the sea of faces.

They could spot a tall man slowly making his way toward them. He had a deep tan and wore a long trench coat. His face had a long scar over one cheek and his silky dark hair fell over his forehead in curly tendrils. 

The blond waiting for him straightened.

He corrected what he could of the denim jacket over his T-shirt and stood taller.

The lady watched the man approaching, a hand on her glasses, "He's taller than I remember."

"And scarier…" the blond whispered, "I- don't want to drive back if he's sitting next to me… Does he have a gun?"

"He never used guns before, Bert," The secretary said cooly, "Fists and daggers were more his thing back then. Maybe things have changed."

Bert whimpered, "B- But is he good at fighting? With his fists and daggers, I mean?"