<div align="center">Desmond:Traveling</div><br/>Desmond hated airports. They were filled with people and all the issues that seemed to follow people. There were people hugging and those that were running through the terminal chasing lost flights. Not to mention there were all those crying children. He tried his best to blend in and not look nervous, but every time someone came close to him he would lunge out of the way. He flew first class with the hopes that there was less of a chance of children.<br/><br/>Once he landed he moved quickly through the airport to pick up his rental car. He could have taken a more direct flight but he needed to make a stop. Not to mention Desmond liked driving. He picked a sensible car that blended in. Desmond was a big fan of blending in. He drove at a steady speed and made few stops. Late into the evening he reached the location on his GPS, a small abandoned gas station on the outskirts of a small village in France. A gray van is parked there along with a driver, well paid to not ask questions.<br/><br/>The van was from his same house in the south of France. Desmond had nothing to spend money on aside from his career of destruction. He had six caches around Europe and Africa filled with bombs of various types. From this van Desmond pulled out four large cases and loaded them into his rental. One case held various hi end grenades and another housed the components for a lazer guided turret that could launch these grenades where ever he wanted them. The other two cases were a grab bag of bomb making materials. He never spoke to the driver, simply got his cargo and headed out.<br/><br/>With any luck he would arrive at the safe house with an hour or two to spare. He would need time to set up an exit strategy.