Leslie slid her sunglasses down on her nose and eyed the man who stood before her. He was dressed in a deep crimson colored crushed velvet suit and wore a fedora on his head. His black goatee offset well his dark eyes. He was a large man, about six-two, six-three, with a large scar down his cheek. He offered his hand to the woman, who accepted it warily.
"Mr. Turner, I presume?" Kline said, looking at her contact.
"Agent Turner, actually," the large man said, motioning for the woman to lead the way to her luggage.
"Agent?" Leslie asked, taking the hint and leading the way. "What exactly are you an agent of?"
"The organization I represent does not refer to its operatives as 'agents'. I, however, choose to keep the title I once held as a member of the MCCA. I believe you've heard of it?"
"Oh, my God," Leslie said monotonously and looking up at Turner. "You're the Agent Turner?"
"The same," he answered, nodding. As the two walked, Turner pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.
"I thought the MCCA went belly-up," Leslie asked, reaching down and picking up her luggage. She held it out for Turner to take, but the man made no motion to do so. As much as she figured she probably could get him to carry them for her, Leslie decided not to press her luck with this one. "I'm not being hired on to an underground elitist, survivalist group from the MCCA to help slaughter metas, am I?" she asked, chuckling at how ludicrous it all sounded to her.
Turner merely raised an eyebrow. "No," he said solemnly, killing her laughter. "Not... quite."
It was at this moment that Leslie knew she wasn't going to get anymore information out of Turner than she already had. The pair continued in silence until they reached a darkened, uninhabited area of the airport. Leslie looked up at Turner as he tapped his earpiece.
"I.G.O.R., initiate portal," he said.
Just as Leslie was about to ask what he was talking about, a circular mass of swirling blue energy opened up before them. Turner looked down at Leslie imposingly.
"Ladies first," he said, gesturing for Leslie to enter.
And Leslie Kline, anxious to get started on her new job, closed her eyes, held her breath, and walked through...
