It was a damn good thing his father had to go into work early the day of the trip. For the past three days that man has been lecturing him like he usually did and it really tried Victorâ€™s temper for the first time in awhile. He hated his fatherâ€™s patronizing speeches, they annoyed the shit out of him and he always found himself tuning him out and just nodding his head. Since he was told to dress down he knew he could do so without his father criticizing his wardrobe. He wore just a simple t-shirt and jeans with a tan jacket over it to his hide his gun holster. Even if he was under age his father knew how to slip that past anyone and it was probably one of the only things the man was good for. It was a damn good thing, too, considering that if he got caught with this gun it would be game over for him. He doubted that would happen considering his father was a powerful man but still.<br/><br/>Once he finished what he needed to do he quietly left the house, making sure to leave the door locked behind him. Only one suitcase was packed with a few things along with two smaller bags for carry-on. It was just a standard procedure thing, since he was always someone who travelled light. He really meant it when he said he likes to travel light. Each bag was packed very neatly and nothing was overflowing and of course he left a small bit of room just in case he decided to buy a few things along the way. He was bound to need something so he always left room just in case even if he was anal as hell when it came to packing for trips. His father was most likely the one to be blamed for that. The man was always telling him how to pack his own things, him, his nineteen year old son, it was always so fucking frustrating. Thank God he was not here today, and his mother was still asleep.<br/><br/>It was an hour drive to Mathiasâ€™s place after the limo had picked him up. It was a quiet ride but he didnâ€™t mind, finding the silence to be somewhat relaxing, helping to ease his mood. The moment they pulled up to the apartment he took in a deep breath, letting himself inside.<br/><br/>His nerves were on edge but he kept his composure like he was taught and kept a neutral expression on his face. It was always professional to remain neutral, keep a level head, so he didnâ€™t lose sight of the missionâ€¦ or upset anyone. â€œIf youâ€™re ready then letâ€™s head out,â€ he told the male when he was asked if his bags were already in the limo and if he was ready to go. Victor did take notice to the bottles of alcohol that Mathias had made obvious were there and only shook his head. His rather grown up might was not fully able to handle the rebelliousness of the other male but the young side of him didnâ€™t really care too much. Of course getting past air port securityâ€¦ He opened his mouth to say something but just shook his head and sighed. This was really going to be a long trip.<br/><br/>And he was still rather on edge from his father lecturing him he really didnâ€™t want to start any more arguments if he didnâ€™t have to. Clearing his throat, he motioned for them to take their leave, a business-like air about him while they walked to the limo idling patiently outside for them. While they walked he couldnâ€™t help but glance at Mathias out the corner of his eye. Still he dared not ask any questions or even say much while they moved, keeping his hands behind his back and his posture straight as if his father was watching him. Call him paranoid but sometimes he truly though that man was watching his every move even when he was at work. It was unnerving as hell.<br/><br/>Once they were outside they got into the limo and began their ride to the airport. From here on out this journey could go any way, really.