[ He huffs a good-natured sigh before nodding once. ]
Always the logical one, sweetie. It's why I married you.
[ There's a quiet thump as the shuttle lands, accompanied by a quiet chime as the doors unlock and open. The attendants allow the passengers to leave row by row, helping them to gather their things from the small overhead compartments before hurrying them along to the exits.
By the time it's the McClains' turn, Peter stands quickly, pulling down the two small suitcases they had brought with them (their luggage was on a separate shuttle, and would meet them in their assigned room). The cases looked innocuous enough, as Peter nobly carried them off the shuttle, pausing to give his lovely wife a hand as she stepped down, but seeing as how they contained the pair's weapons? Yeah. It was a pretty important for the couple to keep them close by.
Rocket had rigged something in the cases to make them appear as normal traveling items when scanned. Data tablets, music players, etc. The particulars were lost on Peter -- he just wanted to know that it worked, and that they wouldn't get caught.
The entrance to Refuge was as lush and elegant as the brochures and advertisements made it out to be. Guards are stood at the entrance, as well as entryway scanners and luggage scanners meant to weed out any potentially illegal goods, especially weapons, to "maintain the safety of the populace."
Peter has the sneaking suspicion that they just don't want anyone fighting back.
They step in line, and Peter sets the suitcases on the ground as they wait, putting an arm around Kasumi's shoulders. ]
I already feel safer, don't you? [ He tilts his head to the side, pointing out the guards in a high watchtower some distance away. ] They have so many soldiers protecting us.
[ His eyes narrow, though he doesn't drop the pleasant expression on his face. The guards at the watchtower have their sights trained on the newcomers, not on the perimeter, where one would expect the real threat to come from. ]
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Always the logical one, sweetie. It's why I married you.
[ There's a quiet thump as the shuttle lands, accompanied by a quiet chime as the doors unlock and open. The attendants allow the passengers to leave row by row, helping them to gather their things from the small overhead compartments before hurrying them along to the exits.
By the time it's the McClains' turn, Peter stands quickly, pulling down the two small suitcases they had brought with them (their luggage was on a separate shuttle, and would meet them in their assigned room). The cases looked innocuous enough, as Peter nobly carried them off the shuttle, pausing to give his lovely wife a hand as she stepped down, but seeing as how they contained the pair's weapons? Yeah. It was a pretty important for the couple to keep them close by.
Rocket had rigged something in the cases to make them appear as normal traveling items when scanned. Data tablets, music players, etc. The particulars were lost on Peter -- he just wanted to know that it worked, and that they wouldn't get caught.
The entrance to Refuge was as lush and elegant as the brochures and advertisements made it out to be. Guards are stood at the entrance, as well as entryway scanners and luggage scanners meant to weed out any potentially illegal goods, especially weapons, to "maintain the safety of the populace."
Peter has the sneaking suspicion that they just don't want anyone fighting back.
They step in line, and Peter sets the suitcases on the ground as they wait, putting an arm around Kasumi's shoulders. ]
I already feel safer, don't you? [ He tilts his head to the side, pointing out the guards in a high watchtower some distance away. ] They have so many soldiers protecting us.
[ His eyes narrow, though he doesn't drop the pleasant expression on his face. The guards at the watchtower have their sights trained on the newcomers, not on the perimeter, where one would expect the real threat to come from. ]