To anyone that was actually waiting for this chapter, I sincerely apologize. Reality kept getting in the way. I know it's short, I know, but I'll write a good chapter soon. I don't own anything.
The manila folder has not left my sight for two days. I have the location, a picture, and even the information on how this Alex Pendragon is supposed to die. I need to go to Namur, Belgium, find a tallish blonde haired man, and cause a car accident. I will find this man, kill him, and get my butler back.
How I will get to Namur is a different matter entirely. It's a long way and I know that Sebastian would be able to run it faster than I could. I knew that I would have to fly. In a air plane. For a little insurance I am wearing clothes that resemble a school uniform. I am older than every one else in this airport but I still have the body of a thirteen-year-old boy, and If I'm leaving the country people might get suspicious. Hopefully I will pass for some rich kid coming home from school. It's so convenient that it's December.
The only things in my suitcase are clothes that I will struggle to put on myself later. If I brought a weapon of any kind with me, I would get searched. I don't want to get searched.
The lady tacking my ticket pauses when she sees me. The lady sees that it is a first class ticket. My title might be gone according to the public, but I still have my wealth. I do my best to smile at her. She lets me go. If I have my choice I'll never fly in a plane ever again. There are too many people and not enough space. It's so boring being all by myself.
I want to get out of this plane. NOW. I feel so sick, my ears hurt so much I want to cut them off, and everything is shaking. To make matters worse, a flight attendant winked at me and he brought me a soft pretzels. I hate pretzels.
I just hope that I have a head start over Sebastian.
Namur is a actually city; I checked. I've never been on a plane before, so if it's drastically incorrect, sorry.