Staring out the window, he couldn’t see the ground. The light gray clouds roiled and flowed outside his window. It was rather beautiful, he just wished he didn’t need to be some 23,000 feet off the ground to see it. The sun lighted some of it with a golden touch. Leaning back, he let the light gently brush the man next to him. Wonderful, you are a lucky man. Raising his hand he carefully brushed his newly committed mate’s hair away from his face. Across the aisle a young woman stared at them, her eyes running over the dark hair with its surprising bronze and silver glints. Barely restraining himself from growling at the woman, he took his beloved’s hand and gave her a smile.

Apparently he had to work on his smile, for the young lady leaned back with wide eyes and turned to face the front of the plane.

"Camier, stop frightening our fellow passengers, my love. Tell me instead about our assignment." Murphy squeezed his lover’s hand and turned towards him.

Camier stared at the man who promised to be his for the rest of their lives. "What? Oh, well the Head has asked the Director to subcontract us for a long term assignment. It won’t interfere much with our regular assignments. They want us to train somebody."

"Ah, a protege?"

"Yes, dear one. We will have a right to veto anyone we do not think will make it."

"Good. Now, what was that woman doing so that you scared her so badly?"

Camier raised Murphy’s hand to his lips, "She was staring at you." He kissed the hand.

* * *

Vachlav stared at the gate. Frustrated, he looked at the man at the ticket counter. He could ask him again when the plane was due to land, of course considering the size of the ticket man, could result in him missing the plane due to his arm needing to be set. With an exasperated breath, Vachlav dropped into an orange hard plastic seat. Opening a newspaper, he started reading again.

Twenty five minutes later an increasingly loud roar took his attention from the paper. Standing up, he watched the large plane slide closer to the terminal. It took less than ten minutes for the plane to dock, attach a tube, and start unloading the passengers. There were surprisingly many of them. Vachlav wished that the information packet on the two killers had gotten to him earlier. Now he didn’t even know what they looked like, other than they were men. Carefully, he stared at each person as they passed. Some were tall with long hair and short. Blonde, brunette, redhead. Most were white. Some few were black. Even a couple hispanics and asians. None stood out. Though those two over there were rather... odd. Standing closer than most did, they were almost holding hands. One was well over six feet tall with a long face; he looked more like a thin skeleton stretched over large bones. The other one was turned slightly towards the man, his short brush of hair stood out a strong bronze against his pale skin. His eyes were a bit too wide and his nose too large. All in all, he looked like a man who was put together out of spare parts. Together they turned towards him, perhaps they felt his stare. Turning away, he searched the final passengers coming off the plane. An old man and woman, looking happy as they pointed out the windows, laughed.

A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. Turning he saw the two odd men, sneering down at them as stood facing him. The taller one gave him a grimace with piercing eyes. Two Pedik <queer>. I don’t have time for this. Firing off a quick burst of Russian tell the Pedik to be gone, he turned away.

In flawless Russian, Mr Camier replied, "Pedik. As if I have not heard that before. I do prefer dinamo <prick-tease> or baruha <slut>. Though in a pinch Pedik will do, I suppose. Now, Vachlav, why don’t we go visit Vassiliv. We do have a job to do." Camier turned and started to walk away. And Vachlav, from now on, if you wish to call us anything call us, Mr. Murphy and Mr. Camier. Unless you want to know why we are the best ubiytsa <killer> in the business.

Vachlav watched as they headed for the exit, suddenly he wondered if he could do anything else more wrong.