<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Colette Delcroix<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Approaching Midnight<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Hrithik Patel<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Come fly with meeee~<br/><hr/><br/>Colette had needed to find some tape to tie the metal case to her hand and have another coffee and a good think before she went into action. It turns out when Mr M had said "One of the easiest jobs you've ever had to do" he was really over estimating how difficult acting was, because escorting a booby trapped case across international waters on a budget that would barely cover a regular flight out there. Which she couldn't take because customs were usually a bit sketchy about people traveling with their bombs.<br/><br/>It was in fact a challenge and one that had her darn curious as to where this was all going. She was going to need to find out though because while she was pretty sure she could get a good distance from the bomb before it exploded, she wasn't sure if it would be far enough to survive unscathed.<br/><br/>The case banged the top of the chain link fence as she scaled over it and she rolled to the ground and waited to see if anyone would come investigate the metallic clinking. Lying flat on the mowed grass for a good few minutes as she let her senses drift from the guard dogs at Madrid airport to the few pigeons she'd brought with her. From up high everything looked quiet and while she could feel the dogs impulse to bark at the intruder she had a grip on any animal under her powers stronger than instinct, so they were forced to remain quiet for now.<br/><br/>Her pigeons were doing good work flocking across the runway and driving the two Spanish men in Bird Control absolutely nuts, they'd been firing thunder flashes at them to try get them to disperse for the past ten minutes and had gone to fetch rifles since that clearly wasn't going to stop her birds. She was hoping to be done here before the great Pigeon massacre of 2017 though so out of respect to her feathered friends she broke from her spot on the ground and made a break for the taxi runway. Here's where eyes in the sky really helped, Colette was faster than a rattlesnake but she still needed to know where everyone on the approach was to get to her flight. Working like this would make a normal person's head spin, trying to manage a hundred different sets of eyes at once but to her it just felt completely natural and wasn't even the whole of it. A drug sniffer dogs nose and ears also filled in a lot of the pieces, like holding a hand close to one eye until you can see right through it, with enough help Colette could unpeel the runway and see everything at once.<br/><br/>It was a hell of an information rush and why she didn't like being too far from animals, once you'd got used to having senses that spanned a mile and went to spectrum's humans couldn't even register to return to just your own head felt like being blindfolded. Stalking along a row of holiday luggage, Collete grabbed one backpack that smelled of sandwiches with her free hand and took it with her as she approached the planes luggage compartment. The man loading briefly distracted by the sharp bark of the drug dog who she'd instructed to kick up a fuss as she got her run up, he only looked away from his cases for a moment but it was enough for her to clamber right up then and dive on in after all the rest of the luggage, squirming to the back of the pressurized compartment. The young boy who'd been loaded swore as cases began to slip and fall in on themselves, convinced he must have knocked them himself. Blaming it on French Ninja Hotties never even crossed his mind.<br/><br/>The cold of the metal case on one side, Colette let out a sigh as she let her pidgeons flee just as Bird Control began to roll back up the runway to begin the slaughter, at least some things were getting a happy ending tonight.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sandwiches had been cress and she hated cress, but stowaways didn't get to be picky eaters. Six hours into the flight Colette had run out of cases to rifle through for anything else and given up, at least there was plenty of toiletries stowed away that let her do her hair and get something of a wash with bottled water and a silverware bowl she was using as a washbasin. She'd even got a cat for company that must have been coming home from Spain which she'd eventually released control on because they seemed nice enough. A spotty tabby with nice fluffy fur and a name-tag that said they were called "Pooch" for some no doubt ironic reason. It had taken a liking to chewing the ends of her hair as she washed it and she wasn't going to stop it, the poor thing was due to spend long enough in quarantine that spoiling its fun now seemed mean.<br/><br/>"You know" Colette said to Pooch as she settled back into her little comfort pile of towels the cat jumping on her to keep up their assault of all things redhead "I'm usually a First Class gal, don't tell anyone about this. I'd have my image ruined."<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">--- [ <strong>Moving to North America</strong> ] ---</span></span></div>