[Crossbow]

Jane had been coming out of the restroom as Clementine approached her and bowed, but when the Johnson had failed to respond to her, she realized her attention was elsewhere.  Raising her field of vision she saw that Jane wasn’t paying attention to the ork, but looking behind her.

Turning herself she saw the strangest scene that was happening just a few feet from where she had just been sitting.  Over a dozen people were encroaching on an adjacent table where some European sarariwoman was working on her commlink, oblivious to the attention. Some simply looking or chattering behind their hands to each other, but a couple of braver individuals were approaching her, and as Clementine watched fascinated, one knelt beside her and quickly used his link to take a selfie with her.

There was suddenly a torrent of voices speaking to the woman in languages the bodyguard couldn’t recognize. Then Jane pulled a cap over her head and, pulling Clem along in her wake, moved to a nearby waiting area where Torley was sitting, seemingly uninterested in the rising cacophony behind them.  The beginning of a vaguely English voice began rising above the din, a hint of panic, creeping at the edge of the unfinished phrases being spouted, an obvious feature.  “Wha…I don’t..Who arr…beg your pardon, but…no, I’m…”

She walked by the face, stopping just long enough to speak, “Very cute Stick, you made your point.  I will hear your ideas once we are out of here.”  Then she was walking quickly around the growing crowd in the restaurant heading for the previously indicated gate that says INTERCONTINENTAL FLIGHTS.

She found the eyes of Snow and Sammy, and with a pointed chin, showed them her direction, then hit the exit door out of which O’Conner had stepped, “Let’s go High Speed, the bus is leaving.”  She didn’t even check to see if they were following, just casually strolled through the gate and around a corner.

As you catch up to her, she is approaching an armored guard that stands in front of a narrow gate, looking bored. Over the gate is a small sign that reads “LAGOS.”

The guard looks you all over, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Going to Lagos?” he asks, in English. Jane nods. “There’s a travel tax for each of you,” he says.

Jane sighs. She turns to you. “I’ll take care of this,” she tells you. “Go ahead and see if you can find our pilot. Goes by the name Innocent Dobiri. He’s supposed to be waiting for us here. Tell him Black Mamba vouched for us.”

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor raised an eyebrow at Jane's moniker for him, *Does she plan to give us all nicknames?* O'Connor literally bit his tongue to keep silent when the guard demanded Jane pay a so-called tax. He had a policy of telling anyone that tried to shake him down to frag off and then most likely get into a gunfight, so it chaffed him to do nothing here. This was Jane's show though, so he begrudgingly continued on through the gate.

[Mercy Merchant]

Snow moves when Jane nods and follows her directions, slipping past her as she deals with the gate guy and his graft tax.  Such taxes and attitudes are common in Russia and she fully expects to pay many such taxes before the journey is completed.  She keeps her eyes open as she walks with Starlet and Sam, looking for the plane and some fragger named Innocent Dobbin.  Snow shakes her head, wondering if anyone here is innocent.  She is running the translation programs but speaks in English as she walks up to a man in the uniform of one of the baggage stewards.  "I am looking for the pilot Innocent Dobbin.  Could you please point him out to me?"

[HydroRaven]

Still confused as to what was going on, Clem followed Jane to the gate. The guard asking for a bribe didn't surprise her, but she was nonetheless annoyed at it. However, she didn't let her feelings transpire and just proceeded forwards, in search of their pilot.

Sammy was used to dealing with such "customs", as her previous career had required her to travel to many exotic locations. Starlet decided to help Snow, or to at least provide her with a presence since she didn't speak the local language.

[Thvor]

Sam was pleased with how well his project had turned out, though Jane didn't seem very appreciative (yet). Without acknowledging (or denying) that he'd had anything to do with the chaos they were leaving behind, he followed her through the gate. When she stopped to deal with the guard, he nodded to her in approval--since she, as the Johnson, had come on this trip, it was her responsibility to grease any wheels that needed it, and he liked that she recognized that. He followed the rest of the group, his walking stick tapping on the ground as he went.

[Crossbow]

The man looks Snow with contempt and spits a stream of some greenish-black juice from what ever he is chewing, then continues on his way. 

His assistance is not necessary though as you can see the bags from your flight have already been delivered to one of the few  planes here.  The sit on the tarmac next to the bottom half of a person whose top half in well inside the fuselage.  As you approach you can hear some very colorful language that you don't need a translator to decipher and noises which do not give you the greatest confidence in the plane's integrity, banging and cracking and tearing noises.

It has dual propellers and a rusted airframe, and looks like it should’ve been scrapped before any of you were born, and unlike the last time some of you flew in a vehicle that looked this decrepit, you just know that this piece of crap really is a piece of crap.

[Mercy Merchant]

Snow laughs at the sight of the old plane.  "It looks like an old Turpolev.  This will be just like home and flying on Russian National Airways.  They use these things all the time.  Perfectly safe." 

She walks closer to the man and calls out.  "Hey, you must be Innocent Dobbin.  Black Mamba has vouched for us."

[HydroRaven]

As she hears Snow calling out to the man, Clem coughs and says "Dobiri, Innocent Dobiri" under her breath. Looking at the plane, a chill goes down her spine, imagining whatever horrors could happen in this flying relic.

On the other hand, Sammy, being the world traveler that she is, looks at the plane and, although she has seen much better in her heyday, gives a sigh of relief to see that is is indeed in one piece. What would have scared her even more would have been something that was still under repair.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor started grinding his teeth at the guy's disrespect. He didn't know how much longer he could take this drek lying down. Once they were in Lagos, all bets were off. Once they identified Innocent Dobiri, he eyed the plane skeptically. He turned to Sammy, "Do you know how to levitate stuff? That thing looks like it'll crash from a light breeze and I doubt there's any parachutes onboard."

[farothel]

"I can' levitate you," Sammy said, however, I can make you think you are flying.  unfortunately that won't help much with the big splat at the end.  But don't worry.  Remember that helicopter we took into Seattle.  That also looked barely flyable and yet it worked."

[Crossbow]

Upon being hailed, the man removes himself from the fuselage, a large well abused wrench and a shower of rust accompanying him.

"I am Dobiri, you would be the passengers that were contracted for then?  Going to Lagos?" the African man spoke in practiced English.

[Mercy Merchant]

Snow nods but waits for Sam or Clem to make the introductions.

[Crossbow]

As the team approaches the pilot waves to the bags, "Some of those are far too heavy, what are doing importing bricks?  You will need to lighten your load, but it doesn't matter, we won't be flying today anyway.  The airport in Lagos is having difficulty with it's new management, incoming flights have been shot down with stingers on approach, we will wait a day or two and let them sort things out."

Innocent Dobiri leads them into an empty hanger and then to a side building, which is apparently a makeshift waiting room or may have been a small office at some point.  Jane catches up to the group as they arrive in their temporary lodging.

[HydroRaven]

Clem frowns once Jane arrives in the warehouse. "The 'bricks' are coming with us" said the ork, obviously not flinching. Sammy, meanwhile, was looking inside her bag, trying to figure out what she could and couldn't leave behind in a pinch.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor gave the pilot a severely sour look, "Let me guess we have to leave our stuff behind unless we pay you some kind of fee. Then all of a sudden everything will be just dandy. Right?"