I'll ask around to see where we are supposed to wait for incoming flights and hang out there. I'll watch the crowd looking for the woman I am supposed to meet. Maybe there is a "Mr. Nomura" sign somewhere, someone holding it.
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I'll ask around to see where we are supposed to wait for incoming flights and hang out there. I'll watch the crowd looking for the woman I am supposed to meet. Maybe there is a "Mr. Nomura" sign somewhere, someone holding it.
It is abruptly broken by the thunderous roar of cheering.
The formerly-terrified passengers leap from the seats to surround the three heroes, though the wailing of the loved ones of those who died in the attack's first seconds still carries as well. A few moments later, the captain speaks over the intercom, telling the passengers that the attack has been reported to the TSA and the FBI, who will be meeting the plane to debrief the passengers.
Astonishingly, the plane even manages to land in Phoenix on time.
Roughly an hour after he arrives, he notices an Arizona State Patrol car pull up at the sidewalk next to him; Officer Halloway's car, he realizes, as he spots the patrolman behind the wheel. The officer is staring at Benny with an expression of mingled worry and suspicion, and as the car slides to a stop, the rear door opens and a woman in a dark grey suit steps out, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. "Mr. Nomura?" she asks, stepping closer and pulling out an ID from her jacket. "I'm Special Agent Johanssen of the FBI," she says, showing him the badge. "Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Need to be faster..."
Tocal will wrap his scalpel in his leopard cloak and stuff them back into his carry-on, addressing Trent and Ima at the same time, “Greeting senor and senorita I am DR. Xochipilli Tocal scion of the rainbow serpent.”
“I was expecting a trap from Andrea Morningfeather but I was assuming I was the only target, I am glad to proven wrong for I doubt I could have achieved victory over all of the beast-men by myself.”
“Are either of you injured, if so allow me to see to your wounds before I tend to the sheep.” Tocal gestures to the rest of the flight.
"Sure thing Special Agent," as I extend my hand. "How can I be of help?"
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Why do you ask? Is there something wrong with a United flight?"
Looking around the rest of the cabin, Xochipilli finds that the wolf-men's first two victims were beyond help from the moment of the attack, but no one else seems to be injured - there are some people who appear to be in shock, however. Several ask, in one form or another, where "the dogs" went; it soon becomes clear that they have somehow formed the belief that the attack was the result of vicious dogs being loosed in the cabin under the direction for the four attackers.
I'll enlist Trent and Ima to help me move the bodies to storage so we can search them without any questions from the crew or passangers.
Benny picks up his duffle bag and walks to the patrol car.
"We are we off to special agent?"
Benny gets into the car.
The TSA offices are almost literally right around the corner, in the outbuildings surrounding the FAA tower. Halloway drops Benny and Agent Johanssen off, and though he opens his mouth as though planning to say something, he shakes his head and pulls away again with just a nod of his head. Johanssen ignores him, escorting Benny into the facility with a brisk, purposeful air. She leads him along several hallways and through a security checkpoint, where his bag is taken and searched - they find the pistol, of course, along with his permit - and Benny himself is scanned and patted down as though he were trying to board a plane and had been flagged for "special processing." Johanssen stands impassively to one side as the examination occurs, but all she says is, "Don't worry, your belongings will be returned to you when we're finished. Under the circumstances, however, we've put our security protocols into effect at the highest level."
Once through the checkpoint, Johanssen leads Benny to a small, white-painted room with a large mirror on one side - it couldn't scream "interrogation room" any louder if it tried - and says, "Please, have a seat. I'll be back in a moment with something to drink for you. Coffee? Water? We have Pepsi products in the machine down the hall...?"
four successes.
That would be three for me.
5d10 That would be three for me.
Four, tens count as two.
As you examine them, however, you notice that all four have undergone extensive scarification, mostly astract designs of wavy lines and circles, but also stranger things like snakes with squared-off heads and figures like stick drawings of people wearing large masks. The scars cover arms, back, and thighs, and must have taken months at the least for each of them.
Johannsen nods, disappearing into the hall for a moment, then returning with a small cup of water, which she hands to you before seating herself across the table.
For a moment she says nothing, though she has taken off her glasses and you can see that she has rich brown eyes that complement her dark blonde hair nicely. "About three hours ago now," she finally begins, "United Flight 259 reported that it was under attack from passengers who appeared to be trying to take over the plane. The reports were unclear, as the pilots claimed that the attackers were using large dogs, somehow smuggled onboard, to kill other passengers and threaten the crew.
"A few minutes later, however, 259 radioed that the attackers had been fought off by some of the other passengers - specifically Ima Jensen, Trent Herman and, ah, Kotcheepilly Tocal" (she stumbles badly on the third name). "TSA was already responding to the event and began checking on the flight, when we noticed two very interesting things. First, all three of the passengers mentioned had their tickets bought by the same person: a woman named Andrea Morningfeather. Second, Morningfeather had apparently bought a fourth ticket for a Benjamin Nomura , who happened to be the only ticketed passenger on Flight 259 who hadn't boarded the plane in Denver.
"We put out an APB on you, Mr. Nomura, and, well. Imagine our surprise when we heard back almost immediately from Officer Halloway of the Arizona State Patrol, and heard his report about you."
Johannsen studies Benny for several more seconds, then says, "Feel free to jump in at any time, Mr. Nomura, and explain to me just what the hell is going on here!"
I don't have occult so it is a stright INT., roll. , +1 auto for epic INT, Total of 3 successes.
I drove from Los Angeles to here. I figured it was a nice day and I hadn't been on the road recently so it was a good day to drive. I'd make it to the airport in plenty of time to meet my flight and Andrea. Betty, my car, was performing awesome on the drive out here. Then a giant bird, like out of the movies, attacked me and wrecked my car. If I hadn't had my weapon with me I would probably be dead right now."
Benny drinks some water and continues, "It is weird that the flight I was supposed to be on got attacked by dogs. I mean, both attacked involved animals. That has got to be some sort of clue. Also, somehow, the party responsible knew I wasn't on the plane and attacked me en route. Assuming that both attacks are related. I made my decision to drive last night and really didn't tell anyone except for my employees so they could cover the shop while I was gone."
Benny wonders if the dogs were giant too and how were they smuggled onto the plane in the first place but keeps those thoughts to himself.
"I'm not sure what else I can tell you. Officer Halloway and his partner arrived on the scene minutes after it happened. We are all dumbfounded about the giant bird and what it did to my car."
"I'll help you any way I can Special Agent."
Trent will also take the time to console the victims' family and loved ones.
The plane lands without incident, and taxis up to the airport gate just as though everything were normal. Once the plane is connected to the jet bridge, however, uniformed officers and agents in suits swiftly board, rapidly - though courteously - escorting everyone off the plane, telling them to leave their belongings and come along. A flight attendant points out the heroes of the flight, and a man of middle height, with sandy-brown hair and what can only be called an All-American Jaw, approaches them. "Excuse me," he says in a confident tenor, "I am Special Agent Stenler, Federal Bureau of Investigation, and I was hoping you would come with me so we can discuss what happened here today? Please, your belongings will be off-loaded and returned to you, I assure you."
As for the suffering passengers. I will offer to pray for their loved ones and apologize for their loss and not being fast enough to help.
As we get to ground I will make sure to just go along with the the flow until I meet Agent Stenler. I will co-operate as best as I can but I will have my backpack on. "Agent Stenler, I am Trent. How can I help you, and do I need my lawyer present? I have him on speed dial so just let me know."
Stenler escorts the group through the terminal and to a waiting car that whisks them all across the airport to the FAA Tower, the hub of what seems like quite a lot of activity at the moment. The Scions are taken through several checkpoints, including one full body scanner like the ones used before you were allowed to enter the airplane itself (Trent's bag is X-rayed as part of the process). Once through, Stenler brings the three of you to a white-walled interrogation room, arranges for drinks and doughnuts for each of you, and begins asking questions.
He listens to Xoch's story with an impassive expression, then asks Trent and Ima to add anything else they feel is relevant. While they are doing so, however, a Phoenix PD officer enters the room and whispers quietly into Stenler's ear, who suddenly looks surprised - and suspicious. "Excuse me," he says, standing abruptly. "I have to discuss something with Officer Mallory outside. Please wait here."
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My roll That will get me 6 successes.
From behind him, another voice, this one female, drifts into the room. "That your usual interrogation technique, Stenler?" it asks. "And here I always thought you were a bit of a softy."
Stenler spins around to stare at the voice's owner, a short woman in a suit and skirt with an FBI badge proclaiming her to be Special Agent Johanssen. "What the hell are you doing here, Johanssen?" Stenler asks, his face still red with fury.
Johanssen smiles. She replies, "I've got Nomura, of course. The Morningfeather fourth." She glances over Stenler's shoulder at the Scions still in the room. "He tells me an interesting story, and I'd be most curious to hear how it matches up with what your three are saying."
"I have survived growing up in the worst slums of Mexico City, I have survived a drug lord's hit squads, I have survived corrupt judges and I have survived terrorists hijacking an airplane. Your little threats mean nothing to me agent. The last people that threatened me are dead Stenler, don't threaten me you wouldn’t like me when I'm threatened.