The airport breeze must have surely been Gods breath itself as it played across the speckled asphalt and ruffled Amberlieâ€™s morning blessed mop of hair.  It was starting to look like something was taking a permanent nesting residence in there... not a good first impression at all, but then it hid the ear piece.<br/><br/>There was no reason for her not to be keeping the little lump of tech in, keeping Margot on the wireâ€”or wirelessâ€”was a pain in the backside admittedly, worse than the merciless economy seats the plane had so readily supplied, but it was clever. She had a researcher on call.<br/><br/>A greed fuelled researcher. She could have sworn if you cut him heâ€™d bleed pure, green, freshly minted notes...<br/><br/>Still, there was something about wearing an earpiece that just felt like spying. Plain wrong and like spying--- a deep voice curled across the car park, pooling in the air soft as velvet, hailing her.<br/><br/>Amberlie glanced over her shoulder, dark brow cocked above tinted sheet of glass. Tipping her shades down to the tip her nose with one slender digit she greeted the gentlemen the PIC had sent to meet her.<br/><br/>â€œFirst things first,â€ she purred, pupils narrowing as they scanned the first young manâ€™s features, â€œweâ€™re officially on duty here, so letâ€™s keep it that way; to you I am Miss Levine. Secondly,â€ she counted it out on her fingers, beginning slowly.<br/>But, like unto a steam engine, her words picked up speed. By midway through the first sentence, she was up to Trans-City Express velocity. If a stenographer had tried to record her words as she spoke them, they would have ended up eating directly off of the plate for the rest of their natural lives. Her love of the subject was plain in her eyes.<br/><br/>â€œNames are vital aspect of curiosity and control in certain demonic cultures, so donâ€™t expect to be using our real tags out on the scene! Never ever let your real identity out into the open air. Forget it yourself if you must, just donâ€˜t ever let them know the small, pointless word your mummy scrawled on the top of your proof of ownershipâ€”birth certificate. Once they have that they have you!â€ she grinned widely, â€œThey can control you and all the barriers of your mind-- determination, resilience, confidence, intelligence even the matter of your own flesh and bone become a glass window to them. They can peer in and leaf through your brain as if it were a book with an index, retrieving any information they wanted within seconds! Easy as P-I-E,â€<br/><br/>â€œHere we go...â€ she heard Margot chirp like a cricket in her ear. Sheâ€™d have told him to shut it if it didnâ€™t make her look any stranger.<br/><br/>â€œDemons,â€ she shook her head and pushed her glasses back into place, â€œVery clever! Oh, third and foremost,â€ she held out a leather gloved palm, â€œItâ€™s wicked cool to meet you both!â€