Snippet #1878310

It was not the first time when faced with Niclas that Abegail had wanted to punch the man. It also would not be the first time she had ever acted on that urge and had the situation been different, if there wasn't guns pointed at her, she would have punched him in his smug face.

She inhaled deeply and glared at him as he faced Walter. She had no idea what flag the men were discussing. Walter stay tight lipped and Niclas turned back to look at her. He demanded her letters. Abegail frowned. Her letters? What in the world did he want those for? She bit back a comment and simply sneered at the man. If he thought she was just going to hand them over he was sadly mistaken. Abegail had kept him from a great many things, a stone, a sword being just a couple of them there was no way she was handing over a few pieces of paper now.

Abegail looked over his shoulder. There were far too many people, far too many guns. She placed her suitcase down and began to open her briefcase. Taking her time and trying to come up with another solution to this when the sirens drew everyone's attention to the doors.

Abegail, while everyone else's attention was on the police decided to act. A smirk appeared, Abegail really enjoyed getting to do this part. Her briefcase, always weighted with books swung out and smacked Niclas across the face. She watched the man spin slightly, turning away from her. She grabbed her suitcase and Walter and pulled him with her. She pulled him into crowd of people closest to the door.

"Blend in, we are just professors trying to get to Austria. Let them get caught with the guns." She could see the police out front. The doors opened and the random patrons of the airport poured out towards the police. Shouts and screams filled the air. Abegail pulled Walter with her as she followed the crowd out.

A glance behind her and she could see Niclas and his men at the back of the crowd.