"Mmm," hummed Wagner with a nod, not seeming to want to respond to what Alexandrea had to say, but at least understanding. He reached inside his jacket to produce a silver flask, and took a deep drink from it, before putting it back.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The trip took slightly less than the predicted fifteen minutes, and the cars drove straight out onto the tarmac after passing the security gate. The airport was very small, obviously mostly private. Their jet was waiting, a gulfstream 450. It had much more space than they required, twice as many seats, and a small sort of office table near the cockpit door.<br/><br/>Wagner stepped out of his car, straightening his tie when he'd stepped away from the door. He waited only for a moment, for the other cars to pull up, before he walked to the waiting steps of the front hatch.<br/><br/>Inside, the climate was very much that of executive travel. The seats were leather, and quite comfortable, and their badges, just as Wagner had said, were waiting, set out on the desk at the front of the plane. Wagner made his way there, moving to his seat at the very end. He already had his badge, but the case-files were waiting for him, and he picked up the six-inch thick folder, and sat down with it, flipping it open in his lap, waiting for his team to arrive, so the plane could leave, and the briefing could begin.