During a calm but a little bit chilly night the airport of Los Angeles was as busy as it could get, passengers kept coming out of the airport looking for their relatives or friends who've come to pick them up. Francisco wasn't worried since he's been in communication with Doctor Sheffield ever since the moment he left Rio de Janeiro. The doctor said she will send someone to pick him up hence he was waiting, until a man wearing a suit came to him. He looked like secret service or FBI agent, but in reality he belonged to the new team of the doctor's men he just recruited.
"Francisco?" asked the agent.
Francisco turned back "Who's asking?"
"Doctor Sheffield"
"Then that will be me"
"I figured so, follow me" the agent led the way, Francisco followed and the way they used wasn't the usual exit every passenger used but the other one more discreetly and private.
