As he stepped from the jet's ladder, the heat of Abu Dhabi hit Damien along a strong, yet smooth wave. Luckily he had traded out his black tuxedo for a cream suit over a light grey shirt and grey Oxfords. Behind him came Marcie in a blue shirt and black pants that showed off her full Amazonian-like hips.
"You seem somewhat tense, Mr. Fisher. Or should Mr. Mills?" Marcie said sarcastically.
"Well it's not everyday that I get to impersonate a terroristic traitor." he said smiling unfolding his sunglasses.
As they exited the airport, Damien spotted a young Arabian man, about in mid 20's, holding a small white board that sported two names: Sebastian Mills and Tanya York.
"Ah, yes." Damien said waving his hand and using the other to motion Marcie towards the young man.
Upon reaching the man, Damien noticed the car was a black Mercedes-Benz sedan.
