"Any weapons, sir?" the customs officer sighed, bored.

"No," the man avoided eye contact

"Please proceed, sir," the customs officer blinked, oblivious to the bulge on the man's waist, calves, thighs and arms.

The man walked through, the metal detector didn't go off. His coat billowed out behind him as he strode off. The customs officer turned to his papers and said,

"Next."

A man came forth.

"Any weapons, sir?"

"No," this man also avoided eye contact.

"Please proceed sir."

This man walked through the metal detector, it went off. A security guard scanned him, it didn't go off. The man thanked the security officer politely and walked on.

The men were sat a few seats apart on the plane. They didn't look at each other, they didn't speak to each other, they just sat nonchalantly avoiding eye contact and staring out the windows. The plane travelled smoothly with no complications.

Once the plane had landed, and both men were through customs, both men got in seperate cars and drove away. The first man was driving a distinctive, large, black SUV. The second man was driving a subtle, small, blue car. Both men were headed in the same direction, to the same B and B, to the same room.