When Johan arrived at the terminal he set his bag down in the seat next to him and looked out over the tarmac and at the plane. He was dressed oddly for being in the middle of an airport with a black button up silk shirt, navy blue jeans, and shined black shoes. Yet over all of that was the deep black armor, stylized like the spartans and Greeks wore of old yet it was invisible to the average human.<br/><br/>He had already made arrangements with the plane company to have his firearms stored under lock and key in the cockpit. The company seemed apprehensive at first but when he bought out half the company's shares they had little choice but to accept his wishes. It was a shame that the moment they landed the shares would be sold off. Still he wondered why the children of the gods were taking a commercial plane. He had worked with many of them before, why not take the company jet? It wasn't like he or it hadn't been to Iran to handle business deals before, though it was a shame that they never managed to seal any deals. Whatever the case he was sure that the gods had a method to this madness, he only wished he knew what that method was.