Re: Mission One: Idiot Test
(OOCly, those who haven't yet rolled those 20d6 please do so.)
The airport buildings were polished metal and mirror, smooth and efficient. The thunder of jet engines was omnipresent; even at night there was a river of people flowing in and out of the buildings.
Jenkins had no particular problem parking his car, nor finding a rental service. The pretty clerk looked up at him and asekd for his driver's license in a pleasant profeseional voice. In English. She probably thought him just another gaijin.
The rest of the team converged on the terminal. Kimihiko thought he spied a apir of black suits looking the little group over. Or not.
The passenger entrance had the usual ordnance scanners, but the cargo terminal had a separate, low-security entrance. That part of the building had considerably more rust, with iron mesh fence instead of glass, and almot rusted through steel girders in place of glimmering metal. The cargo office was a low hall with a concrete roof, large doors open to allow cargo crates to be deposited and picked up quickly. There is a single person at work there - an asthmatic overweight clerk puffing on a menthol cigarette, coughing up phlegm and busy filling in some reports.