"Oh... I'm sorry." The man murmured, Sebastian, shrugging it off and laughing.

"Eh, don't worry about it! So, you got good liquor in Russia?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip: A Few Hours Later at the Airport~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Welcome to LAX, how may I help you?" A perky woman behind a desk asked, Sebastian, being kinda spacy, as the burly man spoke for him.

"Two tickets. One for Sebastian Carter, and the other for... Adrik Petrov." The man muttered, taking off his glasses. Sebastian snapped back into reality and gasped dramatically.

"Your name is Adrian?!" Sebastian asked incredulously as Adrik handed him his ticket. His face was flushed pink as he strode away; Sebastian followed suit like a puppy.

"Please use Adrik, I hate how Americans say my name."Adrik murmured, growling under his breath. Sebastian slowly nodded, smiling widely.

"Why didn't you tell me your name before?" He inquired, tilting his head as they walked to airport security.

"Shoes off, and anything metal." They gestured to the arch they had to walk through. The man took off his shoes, watch, glasses, and his earring stud. Sebastian grumbled and pulled off his dog tags and diamond stud earrings. He threw off his combat boots and threw them onto the little conveyer belt. They walked through the arch, grabbing their things on the other side. Adrik looked quizzically at Sebastian, who hummed softly as he put on his shoes.

"He doesn't act very professional." Adrik thought as Sebastian fell over trying to jam his foot into his shoe. A string of obscenities came from his mouth, making the guards and anyone nearby look at him angrily. "Sebastian, come on." Adrik urged as he clipped his watch back onto his wrist.

"Yeah yeah." He grumbled, carefully putting in his diamond studs.

"So," Adrik started, as they made their way to the gate they needed to. "How were you able to sneak your weapons through?"

"That? Oh, coat them in plastic~." Sebastian pulled aside his jacket, to reveal a pistol and knife, coating in plastic wrap. Adrik nodded, confused, but impressed.

"Fair enough. Look, here's our gate." Adrik pointed up at Gate 15, a flight to Moscow. Sebastian looked over, his face going pale.

                                   "THE FLIGHTS TWELVE HOURS?!?!"