Don't kill me because the update is late. I had what I assume started out as H1N1 and ended up as a severe sinus infection. I was sick for four days straight at the end of September and it's been difficult to catch up on everything.

I finally had a free day today. *joy* So here, have the intro as I go back to writing. Hurr hurr hurr... ;3





"He's fine, Gav," came a familiar voice over the phone. "He's lost a lot of blood but he's going to be alright. And he's not gonna lose a limb any time soon."

"Alright," he breathed out in relief, though he could still feel the anxiety withing in his gut ever so slightly. "Have him call me when he can." He wasn't one to typically worry about Amato but they'd both been through an encounter they wouldn't soon forget. He was glad the younger male was in a fair condition at the moment.

"Ah, I think I see him," Darvos mentioned as he looked up at the doorway where the plane's detachable hallway attached to the airport. "I'll call you when I get in Copenhagen."

"Alright, then. Love you." It sounded closer to a serious statement than a term of affection, yet that was just her way.

"Love you too, Di." He clasped the cellphone shut and dropped it in his leather jacket's deep pocket.

Darvos looked to the blond man standing next to the vacant receptionist's desk. He began to cross the terminal, almost completely sure this man was his escort.

He wasn't much older than him, appearing to be about twenty years of age, with yellow blond hair and a stern face. His crystal blue eyes were piercing, like a hawk's powerful gaze. His hair was parted at his left, flopping over to his right, and cut short in the back. The young man wore a white open jacket and a black undershirt, along with a pair of dark blue jeans and black loafers. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stood there, half leaning on the wall behind him, ankles crossed casually contrary to his demeanor.

"Darvos, is it?" His tone was all business.

"Yes," he said, holding out his hand for him to shake. "Gavriil Darvos. A pleasure to make your-"

"Leave the formalities, we don't have time." With that notion the stoic young man turned on his heel and ventured into the connecting walkway. Darvos' hand remained in the air, the smile still on his face as he looked to him in disbelief. The least he could have done was been the tiniest bit kinder!

Without glancing back his partner for this mission called out to him. "Hurry, now; we have a schedule to keep."

Darvos sighed, face falling to his characteristic scowl, and made his way into the tunnel.