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Customs was tense. The three of us split across three separate lines. Each wearing our own disguise and holding a fake passport.
All private airplanes were banned from crossing international airspace until further notice. Which probably meant never again. Unless you were on team GEMA or JPAC, of course.
That meant commercial flights only, with all passengers having to pass through arrivals and departures. Even the mega-rich—used to flashing their passports on the tarmac—had to play ball.
No, the world was changing. And fast.
So we’d flown as far as Toronto, where Inge had contacts. I'd stayed with Inge while Ling had set off for Italy, to hook up with Zak and Giles. Roni headed the opposite way and the three of us checked into an airport hotel for the night.
