A tall white male around 6ft 1 ¼ walked into the airport, his deep-set, blue eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses, carrying only a carry-on bag.
He walked over to the Airline ticket counter and waited his turn.
I would like to check in for my boarding pass.
sure. under what name is the ticket,
"Burdett, Walt "
"Ok, can I see your ticket and passport"
he presented it
Thank you, here is your boarding pass, would you like to check in your luggage?
"Just a carry-on, I am a One Bagger" he offered without being asked.
"Okay, the flight to Switzerland boards from gate number 5,"
Walt Burdett went through security, a TSA agent went through his "one bag" for further inspection. removed all the tightly packed items from the packing cubes and strew them across,
Walt looked at the agent and sighed at the first line of defense of the US, an overweight greasy man, probably tipping the scales at around 300 pounds. The only thing he was ever gonna chase down was the donut from Iron Man 2.
After the Obese T.S.A. Agent was done molesting Walt's 'Louis Vuitton HORIZON 55,' he waited for Walt to pack it up again, Walt Burdett didn't expect the fat TSA man to help him.
After landing in Switzerland, Walt Burdett exited the airport, he calmly looked around for a while.
He had already picked out two men following him through the airport, though he had noticed them on the flight, he wasn't entirely sure, but now he was. outside he picked out another one waiting at the stands, two in a car and at least two Ducati positioned strategically.
he took out his Iridium Extreme satellite phone and made a call and sent an SMS.
"Walt Burdett burned. Picked up six Shadows. Possibly from Camp Swampy. Need babysitters. Bang and Burn."
while Walt Burdett was sending his message the six-man team suddenly was in a disarray.
"HVT using phone, why aren't we seeing it"
"Sir, Target is not using his smartphone, Target is on unknown Sat"
"Where did he get the sat from, didn't we get the Fat-Boi from T.S.A. to check his bag, he only carried that burner phone ,didn't he?"
"Sir, we are positive he did NOT have the satphone on his person when we got our guy to comb through his bag."
"Where the fucking fuck did he get it?"
"looks like we didn't notice a Brush Pass. fuck."
"Sir, do you want to bag him now?"
They wanted to really; if they were right they had the Urban Myth 'The Magician' a money launderer to drug cartel and terrorist in their sight, if they were wrong, they would be kidnapping a US citizen on foreign soil. This is supposed to be a Clandestine Operation.
the only thing they had to go on was was a tip from a Highly placed and very reputable source from the D.E.A. about a money launderer called 'The Magician' who was moving money in bulk at a scale no one had seen before, there was no information about him other than his hushed name.
What organization did he belong to?, Who did he work for? Who worked for him? Where did he come from?
Some of the things they heard 'The Magician' did; bordered on urban myth. CIA was not sure, but they have seen an uptick in Terrorists and Drug Cartels being financed smoothly and seamlessly in the past few years.
The tipster assumed that 'The Magician' may be involved in 'BULK CASH SMUGGLING' today.
basically getting huge amounts of US. currency past U.S. Customs to Switzerland and depositing in the bank.
but when they saw the HVT carry just a single bag it was not enough for a huge CASH CARRY.
so they thought maybe he was smuggling it in gold, melted and disguised to look like common objects or just plain old dirty diamonds. That too proved incorrect.
This guy almost fit a normal guys profile until he suddenly whipped out his sat phone.
now this was a plausible cause to maybe have a friendly chat at an unknown black-site.
"Attention all units , grab the monkey! repeat grab the monkey! GO! GO! GO!"