New Camelot City

Airport

"Sorry, but you have to wait, Arthur." The customs officer smiled to the blond youngster. She really liked him, but she didn't want to get fired because of him.

"How long have we known each other? Three years?" Arthur tried to look supplicant, but he didn't quite succeed.

"Oh please, don't try. You know how this works." The officer pointed to other packages that also waited to be fetched. "Everybody has to wait. You should tell your dad, that there is a thing like postal service. Then you don't have to come here and wait every time."

Arthur shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hand to show, that he has nothing to do with the whole thing, really.

"When my dad last time trusted the post, it lost a very, very important letter. But, I don't want to bother you anymore. I will just go and wait outside and…" Arthur turned and left the officer sighing after him. When Arthur stepped out of the office, he was forced to dodge a young dark haired woman who ran like fire was on her heels. She almost over run one of the waiting passengers, who turned to yell after her. She ran, but her way was blocked by a tall muscleman, who was wearing whole black suit. He grabbed her arm.

"Got you little miss." The man hissed.

Without even thinking about it, the woman hit her high heel boot in man's foot. Arthur winced when he saw the man crying and letting her go. The woman started to run again. The man in black grinned in pain and raised his wrist, speaking.

"Here Smith! She ran to the front door! Hurry! Get her!"

Arthur, whose interest was increased, walked behind the man called Smith and patted his shoulder.

"Hello mate, is everything alright?" Arthur asked.

"Don't touch me boy!" The man growled and turned to leave, but Arthur patted his shoulder again.

"I said, don't you dare to touch…"

Smith didn't see what hit him. First he was standing, and then he was unconscious on the floor.

"I just didn't like your behavior, mate." Arthur smiled and started to run to the front door.

Outside the woman was trying to get a cab when she saw the other man in black coming closer.

"Don't come near me!" The woman yelled to him.

"Then shut up and surrender. You have no place to go anyway." The man yelled back to her.

"No. I don't want to go back!" The woman refused.

"Hello, the miss said that she didn't want to come with you. So let her be."

Both the man and the woman turned to look at Arthur, who stood behind them.

"And who the hell are you?" The man asked.

"I can ask same, but right now I really don't want to know." Arthur grinned and his low kick hit the man's knee and he swayed forward. The next kick hit his head and he was out. Arthur stepped right over him and took the women's hand on his own.

"Come. I don't think you have any objections."

The woman looked at him in awe. "N-no." She spluttered, and followed her savior to the parking lot.

They didn't notice that Smith, who was abated, was following them. Third man came around the car.

"Where are they, Jones?" Smith asked him.

"At the parking lot. Was that man her bodyguard?" Jones asked.

"No, I don't think so." Smith shook his head.

Then right front of their nose, a red Ferrari speeded out of the airport. On the ground the lying man fumbled his gun, but Smith stomped him in his stomach.

"Do you want cops in here Gellar?"

"They got away!" Gellar grunted.

"Nobody can escape from us! No one. We have our way. Jones?"

The third man was already tapping his palm tablet.

"I got the plate number. Here. Look at this." Jones offered to Smith the tablet.

Smith looked the files and he grinned.

"Arthur Pendragon. Well well well. What have we here?"

()

"Why would you help me?" The woman asked.

Arthur looked at her. She was beautiful. If only he could get those sunglasses off so that he could see her eyes.

"When I see a lady in trouble, I have to help." Arthur answered.

"But you don't know who I am. Or what."

"For you, I am willing to take that risk." Arthur smiled with his eyes back on the road. The woman took off her sunglasses and eyed Arthur. They were probably around the same age. He was wearing nice white shirt and blue jeans.

"I ask again. Why would you help me?"

"It is nice to see your eyes, you shouldn't hide them behind those…" Arthur turned to look and nearly drove into the trench. The woman's eyes were glowing gold.

"Gwen."

"What?" Arthur tried to get his mind back in the trail.

"Gwen. My name is Gwen. Can you tell me your name?"