<strong>Dallas Ft-Worth International Airport, Friday January 21st, 10:00AM</strong><br/><br/>When Adam called out his offer everyone started shouting at once.  Many of them were men without families, but Adam ignored them.  He was here to make money, but crowd was ugly.  He'd take women first.  Starting with that poor little thing screaming please.  Ok, maybe she wasn't that short for a woman but compared to his six foot frame she was vertically challenged and she certainly didn't look like she could handle herself if the crowd got worse.<br/><br/>"I got you."  Adam grabbed her bags.  "Take the front passenger seat."<br/><br/>As he stood up with your bag he spotted a woman soldier in camo uniform.  Probably on leave, heading to or from the middle east.  Unlike the little brunette, she looked like she could take the crowd.  He picked her because she served.  He didn't agree with the war.  He thought they were there for the wrong reasons, or maybe they went in for the right reasons, but they weren't right any longer.  Didn't matter.  Regardless of what he felt about the war, he respected anyone who signed up to fight for the USA.  She needed to get somewhere, he'd take her.<br/><br/>"Soldier, with me.  I'll get you to the bus."  He pointed at her as he carried the first girl's bags and popped the trunk.  He placed the bags he was carrying in the trunk and then took the soldier's sea bag and added it to the trunk.  The soldier saw his shotgun - technically illegal in the trunk, but given the circumstances he bet she'd understand.  "Take a seat."<br/><br/>He turned around and saw a family, a man, a wife, two kids in tow.  Damn, he would have taken them first.  Kids had no business in the mob, but it was too late now.  He'd given his word.  Room for one more and a red head had her hand out and the cash in the air.  He snagged that before anyone could grab it.  "Arlington.  Got it.  Got you.  Get in the cab."<br/><br/>He grabbed her suitcase and left her to get into his taxi by herself, glancing to make sure she did.  There was too much shoving going on the crowd.  He added her bag to the trunk to be accosted by a man in an expensive suit offering him $300 dollars.  Adam just shook his head.  He'd given his word.  "You'll have to get the next taxi."  It was getting bad.  Maybe he shouldn't make another run.  If he did, he'd need to raise his fees.<br/><br/>He slipped into his seat and pulled away from the curb.  He wanted to speed it up, but not until they were away from the terminal.  Too many people in the street.  He had the last woman's hundred in his pocket.  The other two hadn't paid yet, best get that out of the way.  He also needed to know where to go.  Arlington was mid-cities.  A bus depot was either downtown Dallas or Ft.Worth.<br/><br/>"So, Arlington, bus depot and...?"  He glanced to the passenger sitting beside him in the front seat.<br/><br/><strong>Adam's Cab</strong><br/><br/>Adam's cab was as clean as he could keep it. It was hard to keep a cab clean, but he did his best. The cab was painted the traditional bright yellow.  Inside he had an electronic meter, a locked box for money, a credit card reader and an onboard navigation system. As required by law his taxi driver's permit was prominently displayed with a picture of himself and his name - Adam Knight being very easy for all three passengers to read. There was a lot of other fine print spelling out that he was licensed to drive a cab by the state of Texas and giving the valid dates.