Drew snatched up his phone before the indicator tone had cut off. The TV in his 'luxury suite' had all of 2 channels, and he was getting tired of francophone dramas. It was go time.
Meet us at Gruven Airlines. Gate 47 at 9:45pm
Go back to the airport time, it seemed. Still, he was eager to meet his new team mates and just those few hours in his little shoebox of a room had him stir crazy. He bounded up off the bed and checked himself in the mirror. First impressions were lasting, so he wanted to make a good one. Taking a comb out of his bag, he smoothed his hair neatly. He made a face at the result, threading his fingers through it and mussing it again. He didn't want to look like he was trying too hard. Satisfied, he tucked his comb back in his bag and pulled out a pair of sunglasses as an afterthought. He knew the cliche, but he didn't care. He thought they suited him. After gathering up his bags again and heading out to the street, it occurred to him that the sun had set. With a resigned sigh he took off the glasses and tucked them into the front of his shirt.
He flagged down a cab and got a ride to the airport, arriving just in time. He made his way into the main terminal, then frowned, finding nothing indicating Gate 47 or anything marked Gruven Airlines. After a brief investigation it dawned on him that he needed to be in the private terminal. With a groan, he hightailed it to the other terminal, realizing he was going to be late. Of course they were arriving by private jet, he thought with a stab of envy. He soothed the thought quickly, wondering if being part of the team might mean the end of his commercial flight frustrations. As he spotted Gate 45, he slowed his sprint to a walking pace, strolling past the last two gates to reach 47. Damn, they were already waiting! He sighed inwardly, trying to maintain a professional demeanor as he approached the two waiting agents. He was still slightly breathless from his earlier sprint, but there was no point worrying over it. As he saw the two together, he couldn't help but take note of the couple. Adele was every bit the devastating femme fatale as her file showed, and Aden exuded the sort of easy confidence he could only wish for. He could see how they were a killer pairing.
As he took his last steps toward them, he extended his hand, greeting them with a professional smile before going to shake each of their hands in turn as he introduced himself. "Drew McKenzie, good to finally meet you. Do we have a base of operations yet, or is Ms. Mountgomery meeting us here?"