7 in the morning - Somewhere above the clouds

Flight 172 - Boeing 777 - From The Middle of Nowhere to Detroit

On the speaker, the flight attendant asks everyone to return to their seats as soon as possible and fasten their seat belts. Kids screaming, everyone standing up, (...) just your every day commercial flight.

Chrispy keeps a tight grip on the arm rest as he feels the airplane going lower and lower. As the wheels touch the ground, he feels his lungs dropping to the stomach.

Not being much of a fan of flying every since he was a kid and together with all this racket was getting him super nervous and not at ease.
As the plane comes to a complete stop, the doors open and people start getting out. After a couple of deep breaths, he gets up from his seat and starts moving towards the door together with the flock.

Chrispy already knew that going through Airport Security was a big no-no, even though he had been away for a long, long time he still remembers his face on thousand of papers scattered across the airport walls, with the big and bold letters that spelled "WANTED".

Fortunately, his cousin Joe still holds his job as a baggage handler. As he's going down the stairs, a baggage cart stops right in front of him.

- JOE!! I'm super happy to see you! How's Martha and the kids? - Chrispy says as he rushes towards his cousin for a big hug.

- No time for small talk! Hurry, get in the passenger side - says Joe -  we have to be quick not to raise suspicion!

Before Chrispy had time to get himself comfortable, Joe floored it and quickly got around the corner. After a couple turns here and there, Joe stops the cart at what it seemed to be a pretty much deserted part of the Airport. Joe returns the hug back and rushes Chrispy out of the cart.

- Go up those stairs, follow that path straight forward. You'll be outside of the airport in no time. If you see the law, just tell them you're part of the Administrative Board, and you forgot your wallet upstairs. Don't worry, nobody will suspect a thing! - Joe grins as he steps on the gas and disappears in between turns. It seems he was right, getting into Detroit without the Marshals realizing was much easier than Chrispy thought, it was clear it wasn't Joe's first time smuggling stuff in and out of the airport. He knew his way around it.

As he reaches the end of the path, Chrispy flags a taxi that stops dead in his tracks, almost like the cab driver was waiting for him. The trunk pops open, he puts his bag inside and gets into the back seat.

- Welcome to Detroit Mr. Chrispy. Godfather Takkar is waiting for you back at the HQ. We should be there in less than half an hour. As you know, he doesn't like to be kept waiting - says the driver as he makes his way towards the The Inquisition HeadQuarters swiftly.

Chrispy opens the window slightly while looking outside... Something... Is different. Even though Durden bodies can be seen lying around in the street motionless, the smell of gunpowder seems to be weaker than it used to be. People are going about their day as this isn't a mafia controlled city. Chrispy doesn't know what to feel at first, but as they go through more and more streets, and come across more and more people, he starts to feel as the world is at peace, and he likes it. Never in his entire life has he experienced such a feeling arriving in a city as Detroit!

As the taxi stops at the entrance of the HQ, Chrispy gets out, gathers his stuff and waves the cab driver goodbye. He climbs the stairs that lead to the big armoured door that guards the invaluable Inquisition assets, as he turns the key that the driver gave him and it opens, he turns around, looks to the street once again, and after one big breath, Chrispy says in a calm and peaceful voice.

- I think I'm going to like it here!

As he moves inside and shuts the door behind him with a loud bang.