"Are you seriously doing this because of superstition?!"
"Young master, please. This is to keep you safe."
"I'm not comfortable losing bone marrow just over suspicion!"
"You and I both saw that email. Young master, there is a target on your back."
"So you're dragging me out-"
"Your parents left me in charge. These protests are useless, young master Jacob." Jacob opened his mouth to protest, and then realized what Arthur had just threatened. He closed his mouth.
They found themselves inside of an airport, waiting for the gate to open and allow them to go. It took a while, some people were taking everything and the kitchen sink with them. Eventually, there was a green light, an open gate, and a female voice directing them through.
The man there asked them to place all of their bags on a counter. This place was honestly just a hallway, aside from the counter. There was the gate behind them, which had automatically closed itself. At the other end of the hall there was another gate, practically identical to the one behind them. Jacob placed what few things he had on the counter, and of course, pulled out his cell phone. The things of the past never cease to be useful.
The most important thing to Jacob right now, was to send at least a quick text to Claire, who was his closest friend. It wasn't long, but at least she would know - albeit vaguely - what was happening. He pressed send and looked up.
The guard asked where they were going, so he knew what was legal and what wasn't. Arthur gave him their tickets and the bags were opened. Nothing was of any concern to the man, for at least the first two bags.
The third bag was a bit of a struggle. They were supposed to take it with them on the way, instead of leaving them with all the other luggage, but there were knives in it and that was against the rules. The knives were solely for cooking, and didn't end up fitting in the other bags.
Jacob didn't get what the problem was. They had no plans to murder anyone with them, they were to cook. The security guard repeatedly insisted, and, after much argument, they just switched it out for something in another bag. Jacob reached into his pocket. His cellphone was buzzing and vibrating. He looked at the screen. Call from Claire.
He pressed "reject with message", and typed out "sorry baby girl cant talk". Arthur looked over his shoulder. Jacob looked at him as though he were insane. Then the security guy spoke.
"Deal with your snooping issues later, you're free to go." And with that, their first two bags, one of which now carrying a set of knives, were taken by conveyor out to their flight. They proceeded through the far side gate, and continued on their walk.
"Why do you need to know what I'm doing every second?" Jacob groaned.
"Because I've been left in charge of your safety. This isn't me snooping, I'm making sure it's nobody suspicious. I didn't even read your messages. I looked to see who it was and then looked away."
"You knew it was Claire! It always is!" Jacob snapped. He then ducked out of the way of some people, who had just come on a flight here from- well, somewhere else. Arthur apologized and stepped to the side, allowing them to pass him, and then continuing forward. Jacob had sped up by this point, and ducked around a corner. He knew they didn't need to leave for the flight for another hour, and so, dialed Claire's number in his phone.
The phone rang three times, and then she picked up.
"What the hell was that, Jacob?"
"I'm sorry. The guy was going through our luggage, and it seemed like I wasn't supposed to text you, let alone call."
