Tom and I walked down the terminal into the airport of Los Angelos, "Dear God in heaven! It's so hot!"
"I agree, DC was so much more comfortable." Tom was fanning himself with his hand and heading to the nearest coffee stand, "Two iced somethings please." He handed over a plastic card and received two iced creamy looking things.
"Aren't we supposed to be meeting up with our contact? Not dawdling around with coffee." I took an appreciative sip.
"Yeah, yeah. You're all about the work. Fine lets go." We went to baggage claim and grabbed our suitcases, then headed outside where we saw a man in a suit in front of an official looking black sedan.
"Geez, what happened to undercover?" Our attention was then redirected by a rush of people with cameras cramming their way to the sliding doors we just exited, shouting 'Jonas!'. Tom and I dodged out of the way only to bump into a man in a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and black socks encased in sandals.
"Ata and Tom right?" We both nodded in return.
"I'm your contact Jack, now, while you can, jump in there and 'accidentally'," he did that part with air quotes, "meet the Jonas Brothers. They are the targets after all." He grabbed our bags and shoved us back into the crowd in one fell swoop. I landed on my back (on purpose I assure you, Tom and I are too good to do that on accident) in the middle of the frenzy. A face blocked out the light and a hand extended to mine.
"Be careful Miss." It was a very large black man with 'Security' written in big white letters across his chest. He lifted me up and pushed me aside as three boys continued through the crowd. I caught one of their eyes and he smiled, seemingly apologetically. They all ducked into the big official looking sedan and sped away.
"Great we didn't get to initiate contact. This operation is off to a bad start." Tom was looking around for our contact and finally spotted him at the end of the airport in a nondescript Honda Accord. We walked over to find him talking in a hushed, earnest voice into an earpiece. We stood awaiting instruction.
"OK," He got off the phone, "So tonight is a big welcome back party for the Jonas Brothers and their family. Only close friends are invited, but I've managed to get your names on the list. You're in LA now. Get used to it." We all climbed into the car and drove away to our base, which was actually a little apartment on Santa Monica Boulevard. Being a bodyguard really has it's perks.