The airport was full of armed guards. The Espertingonzia government had called up all its reserves to patrol all transportation and communication outlets. Tensions were at an all time high. Fear ran rampant throughout the nations. Anxiety hung in the air like the blade of a guilliotine. The world was on the verge of World War III.
"This color really doesn't suit me at all," Adem Different said into his palm. Jym stared back with his electronic eyes. "I need something more efficent. I just don't feel comfortable in this." The blazer and tie die were gone. He now wore a coat and scarf that matched the colors of the Espertingonzian flag. A cap barely covered his head.
{My research shows that this is the ritualistic attire when attending one of these primitave events. This and a toga. I felt this one would make you more comfortable.}
"Are you sure about this? You weren't so right on the last time."
{I assure you that I am correct. With only a 54% margin of error.}
Adem's face screwed up. "54%?"
{Interfacing with this outdated technology remotely is very difficult. Compatibility is beyond being a serious issue. I'm doing the best I can considering.}
Adem followed the rest of the group down the crowded streets outside the airport. The heightened security had almost made it impossible for them to get in. Luckily, the game was giving them an edge. Too many foreign dollars would be lost to cancel the game or close the borders. Everyone was simply under more scrutiny.
"I've spoken with D'Goon's men," Chance said very quietly to the rest of the group as they continued on. "We'll cross the border first thing in the morning at a small village. It'll be inconspicuous, and we won't have to bother with the border patrol. He's promised us that we'll have no problems what-so-ever."
"Strange," Adem said to himself. "I feel as though I'm reading a history book on ancient civilizations."
{This would make for an interesting story. Maybe I should take notes?}
