If nothing else, Ubon was at least a good listener, sitting there happily on the seat, curled up in a ball, his nine tails hiding his body inside himself.  Again, the trip was quite long, the airport no longer that, as it's now a nearby port from the sea.  The area is less busy, not by much, and the contraband was... well, much more obvious, as cops never really came out this way.  Still, security was not an issue; there were plenty of 'security personnel' that were almost as well armed - and in some cases more so - than the Hong Kong Special Police.<br/><br/>parking in the old airport lots - the fees and tolls no longer an issue and the various airport facilities converted into squatter housing or a 'mall' of sorts - the walk out to the vendors and 'stores' or imports and contraband would be a long one, but when she got there... well,<em>not</em>finding what she was looking for would be more difficult than finding it, it would just be an issue of finding a good price, mayhaps... and judging by the crowd, not pissing anyone off in the process.