She climbed out, thanking Gerad when he held the seat up for her.  She adjusted her vest to a more smooth angle, drawing in a steadying breath that was more than a little grateful to be out of the car.  After Yousef opened the trunk, she withdrew her overnight bag and her backpack, slinging both over her shoulder. "There's gonna be a couple of stopovers. Here to Madrid, and there to New York, and then to Georgia. It'll be about a 20 hour flight, so I hope you boys packed your PJs."<br/><br/>A security guard met them breathlessly at the gate.  "Can I see some ID, please?"  He was pudgy around the middle, red faced from his jog. Not good meat to have security in an airport, even a small one.<br/><br/>Mea opened her badge that she had on a chain around her neck "Major Mea Vanni, Trionfo Security Inc." The guard squinted at her ID "Oh, yeah. Right, the jet's all ready for your crew. Have a nice flight, Major."  She nodded briskly at him, and strode towards the plane's boarding stairs. All business.<br/><br/>She was looking forward to getting some shut eye aboard the plane. The video conference with Masino to check on the Vatican's progress on finding Strazzi was going to be stressful enough, mercifully enough she wouldn't have to deal with it til they were in New York.