So Happy Christmas and all that rot. This is a bit of short chapter, only because I wanted to get something up today. I've been working on this, but DocWatson has been a bit on the quiet side the last few days...figures that the weekend I have the whole house to myself and no distractions, he goes and hides on me...Trying desperately to coax him into the light, but I think he's gotten a little shy with all the attention The Hobbit has brought to his namesake...Hoping to get through a couple more chapters here today...if not, Have a great holiday!
He was surprised at how easy the rest of the trip was. He'd texted Sherlock as soon as they had landed.
Arrived at JFK. Think I've lost the tail, but going to change look again just in case. MFS
Gud. Stay alert. Nt lng now.
When the plane arrived at JFK in New York City, he was the first to deplane. He had immediately gone to the lavatories and changed once again. He changed into a different jumper from earlier, ditched the coat and put on the now very crumpled fedora.
He exited the lavatory and was careful to look about. He knew that just because he had given Moran's guy the slip in England didn't mean that there wouldn't possibly be someone in New York.
He spotted a suspicious character lounging at the café across the way from the lavatory seemingly pretending to read a magazine. John's first thought was 'Who reads magazines these days?' He passed the guy as he headed to another restaurant down the way. The guy made a point of catching his eye and winked! John tried not to acknowledge the gesture, but started chuckling as soon as he got a decent distance away.
He spent a half an hour grabbing a quick bite of some chain restaurant's fare and then headed in the general direction of his new terminal and gate. He continued to keep a wary watch, looking for anything untoward that might show a spy in his midst. Again, he waited until the last minute to get on his plane and texted Sherlock just before they taxied down the runway.
Still no tail. All's well.
Phat, bt kip wary.
John chuckled as he shut his phone down for the flight. Sherlock's insane penchant to use texting lingo always made him laugh, but 'Phat' for 'Excellent'? Wow. That took the cake.
Before he knew it, he was landing in Washington, DC at Reagan International Airport.