Andrew Patterson, Scion of Agni, and hopeful Devas God of Justice, walked into the airport from the international terminal where he'd arrived.  A bag was slung over his shoulder, which carried nearly all of his earthly possessions.  The only missing piece - his Rune motorcycle - was being brought around front for transportation.<br/><br/>Andrew had gotten into Iran four hours ago, but he'd only been released from customs because of a few 'suspect' items that he'd brought into the country.  One was the motorcycle, and the other two were the Birthright weapons that he'd been given by his father - his Luger pistol being one; the other his 'most very favorite gun,' the Chicago Typewriter, bane of titanspawn and lawbreakers everywhere.<br/><br/>The language barrier hadn't been the problem, it was convincing the mortals that he wasn't going on a killing spree, he was just here to show them to a potential buyer.  Forms he had to fill out, lies he had to tell - easy for him - and so on.  At last, though, they had allowed him and his possessions into the country, and now he was set to rendezvous with other Scions that he'd heard were in the area.<br/><br/>He picked them up, soon enough.  A Tuatha, a Celestial, an Amatsu, an Aesir, a Dodek, and a Pesed.  No, wait...two Dodeks, there was an echo effect.  Strolling in, he noted the only group that<em>had</em>to be them - whites and Asians in a mostly Arabic country?<em>Please.</em><br/><br/>His first words to the group were brief.  "Is anyone else coming?"