<div align="center">Connor James Andrews</div><div align="center">Location SanFrancisco Airport inbound to San Francisco</div><div align="center">tag None yet</div><br/><br/>(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/JD3.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Welcome back Connor </span></div><br/><br/>The passport control officer looked at the passport and then the man in front of him,  information flashed on his console in moments , his eyes scanned the information with a practiced eye, while there were no alerts against the mans name you could never be sure, just three days earlier an illegal had been arrested because the core info in the database didn't match the person standing in front of one his fellow officers.<br/><br/>Another glance at the man and passport ...a Brit. The customs officer didn't have much time for people from the otherside of the Atlantic but the Brits were different, they'd stood by his nations side time and time again and that counted.<br/><br/>"Welcome to America Mr Andrews" he said finally the smile practiced as his eyes already looked to the person.<br/><br/>Connor Andrews smiled and moved on his way without further ado, while the risks were minimal he had no wish to be remembered by any individual at the airport , the 'system ' would remember him of course but only what the system needed to know. For all their technology the Yanks didn't know everything ...allies or not.<br/><br/>He'd been amongst the last to checkup at Heathrow and more often then not that meant his bags would be amongst the first to be sent out to be greeted by the increasing multitude hoping the airlines hadn't lost their luggage(this time) he quickly had two bags on an airport trolley and was on his way ignoring the looks of those who had many minutes ahead of them waiting for bags that never seemed to appear early enough.<br/><br/>The service at Avis was quick the longest part of the process completing the insurance forms , the pretty redhead gave him a quick once over as she handed the car keys and his copy of several forms, she seemed about to say something when an overweight middle aged man started banging his hand against the counter demanding service...redhead's smile remained in place but now seemed forced as she turned to her new customer.<br/><br/>Less than a hour after landing he was driving out of the airport heading north. Heading home to his mum , to the Halliwells...to Melly he shook his head sadly , she'd been the one he'd always known that even before they had become boyfriend/girlfriend ,but now? The damage seemed beyond repair ,mostly his own fault of course leaving without at least saying goodbye in hindsight had been a massive mistake, the Halliwells deserved better than that ...Melly deserved better "If only you hadn't believed the bullshit story you were told" Connor said bitterly to himself.<br/><br/>Connor turned into a large mall car park off El Camino Real it was half full and Connor managed to get a parking spot not too far from Starbucks, he wasn't a big coffee drinker , like his parents he preferred tea but after a long flight he decided to go with the pick me up . Sipping his drink he made his way along the mall confidently towards a Sprint Store and purchased a prepaid phone then walked a few stores to a USPS and walked down a row of large security deposit boxes opening box number 1205, inside was a sports bag which he picked up , then locked the box again and walked to his car.<br/><br/>In the shadow of Bay Bridge he made a call , to his mum at her work, it was a short call mainly because she just happened to be busy , the spare house key was in the same place it had always been and he was of course welcome to let himself in, she had the good grace not to mention Melly but Connor knew she wanted to and he knew what she would say.<br/><br/>His mum had never given up hope that Melly would one day be her daughter in law and he knew Melinda was still close to his mum but Connor was all but certain that particular train had left the station without him.<br/><br/>It took another fifteen minutes to reach Prescott Drive he slowed as he passed the Halliwell Manor then drove on a few more houses to his parents...no, mum's house he thought sadly suddenly feeling for the first time in years the loss of his father they had been close, his father spent much of his free time supporting his son playing football (soccer) for the schools he'd attended , and every Sunday during summer his father would drive him half way across the city to play cricket with a number of ex pats...now Phillip Roger Andews was no more.<br/><br/>Connor opened the door and shook his head it was exactly as he had left it from the double bed to the posters of various bands and Manchester United players which dominated the walls he walked to the mirror set above the dresser, he'd stuck dozens of photos around the border of the mirror...mostly of him and Melly in happier times but his parents featured in several as well as group photos with all the Halliwell cousins...they'd been his friends, for a moment he was tempted to tear the photo's off the mirror but instead he placed the sports bag on his bed and unzipped it. Inside the lastest version of the iphone , Connor tapped in a security code a face ,name and address appeared Connor studying the face and then tapped several keys the face changed completely revealing information about his first assignment.<br/><br/>"Nasty bugger" Connor said silently as he read the profile.<br/><br/>Later he removed the weapons from the bag and began to clean them he'd have it all done before his mother got home, she'd understood or at least accepted a lot since he'd joined the British Army , but she wouldn't accept what he did for a living now.<br/><br/>