Regrets

What's Your Name

1976

"So some girl is comin' down here to meet us and this other guy that we have to meet with?" Barney asked his friend for clarity.

Tool shrugged. "That's what I've been told," he answered.

"Know anything 'bout her?"

"Not a thing. All I know is that John Conti guy is coming the day after she gets here."

"What about where they're from?"

Tool thought for a moment. "Up north, on the coast. Now New England, but not far, and one landlocked state over there. I don't know where, exactly."

Barney had been informed by his connection in New York that, along with the guy who they'd be meeting with, a girl from up north would also be joining them. They knew nothing of her, all the way from her name to her appearance to her personality. They had only been told a few details of her appearance, just so they knew who she was when they were getting her from the airport. Other than that, they didn't know anything of or about her. Supposedly, she was becoming a mercenary, which was odd for a woman to do in the 1970s. There were not many female mercenaries, and most of the ones that were weren't completely right in the head, so it was a bit strange when the two men were told a woman would be coming down.

The two men were instructed to pick her up at the airport when her plane landed, to which they agreed. There was one problem thought- and that was the fact that they'd never even seen a picture of the girl before. Like said, they only had a brief description of her appearance, and the exact flight which she'd been coming in on. The girl's description came from John Conti went as such- brown wavy hair, average height, Mediterranean facial features, slight New York accent, and purple eyes with brown specks.

"How hard can it be to find a girl with purple eyes?" Tool asked, "It's not like you see that every day."

"True," Barney agreed, "But what if she's wearing sunglasses?"

"Stop every girl with wavy brown hair who's got sunglasses on, I guess."

-/-/-

That afternoon, the most recent New York City flight from JFK airport landed in New Orleans at the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport.

Alexandra exited the flight, her only two bags with her. The slightly large duffel bag hung in the crook of her bent elbow, and her actual suitcase being dragged by the handle attached to the bag that the she clutched in her hand. The purse that she'd brought with her hung over her shoulder and extended to her opposite hip, due to its more messenger bag appearance. She walked away from the flood of people also exiting the flight terminal, scanning for two men that he brother had told her would be there to pick her up once her flight landed. She didn't know exactly what they looked like, but she knew their names and description of appearances.

Tool Gwynne: mid-twenties, dark longish hair, dark eyes, average height, tattoos, and usually wearing a dumb grin on his face. Barney Ross: Mediterranean features, dark cut hair, brown eyes, muscular, tall and stiff.

When Alexandra saw that two men, both talking to women- all with hair not too different from her own and sunglasses- she stopped searching. She took her bags and walked up to the two men. She ended up walking behind the two men, rather than from the front or side. Seeing that they were currently preoccupied, she put her bags down gently in front of her, then tapped both of the men's shoulders. The men jumped slightly in alarm then turned around to face her.

Alexandra crossed her arms over her chest. "You two lookin' for someone in particular?" she asked curiously as the women they were talking to walked away.