The First Age

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Elsa was buried, and her death, reason of death, and his role in it was reported to the Atharim.  His wife had been a traitor, and that was taken care of. Now Peter had another mission.  It was his daughter. He would do the deed himself.  He would go to Moscow. His daughter was a hunter, and Peter knew she could hide well, but he would find her. 

A ping alerted Sage to an incoming report. He had many notifications going off but only certain ones set to trigger an audio alert that would draw his attention. Atharim reports of any of the family -- Nox's family most importantly, but anyone of interest to Sage really.

Elyse wasn't new to the list of people he watched, she'd always been family to Nox, he'd made a promise to keep her safe when she and him became an item and her secret was possibly out. But now it was truly out and she was marked as traitor and had a contract on her name -- by her own father.

The report went immediately to Nox's inbox, though he was busy at the moment, he'd get it when he came off radio silence.

Sage sent Elyse the same report, and her father's itinerary that came up almost immediately after Sage had flagged his name in the system for any unusual activity and flying to Moscow as unusual activity.

Warning: Your father is incoming on a contract. You are the target.

After a simple conversation with Elyse Sage began efforts to deter the man from reaching Moscow. He would find himself on every no fly list in every country that had one. And if they didn't have one, they would still have his name. And he'd be stopped at customs or whatever they did. Bombs were no joke. And well when you are a terrorist that's what happens.

He would make it difficult to do much of anything, he took Elyse's advice as well and froze his accounts. But Sage knew most Atharim had other means of finances and probably had other means of transportation. But he could track that movement as well. Alll he had to was follow his reports. Sometimes, these Vatican based Atharim were too on the books. They needed to take a page out of the American's books, maybe not everything needed to be reported.

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Peter arrived at the airport later that day.  His flight was scheduled a couple of hours later, but as always - he arrived early.  You never knew how long it would take to get through airport security.  He moved quickly to the check in station and when it was his turn, handing the woman at the counter his pass. She scanned it, frowned, and scanned it again. "I'm sorry, sir," she said, handing back the pass. Peter could feel two men approaching him from behind. "I can't let you in."

"What are you talking..." Peter was interrupted by one of the men behind him.

"Peter Andersen?" he asked, and Peter turned to see two security officers behind him.  He nodded in response. "You need to come with us," the words were polite, but the tone suggested this was not a request. Peter followed.

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A couple of hours later, Peter was escorted out of the airport. Somehow he had ended up on the no-fly list. They had searched through his luggage and patted him down, searching for anything that might be considered a weapon. Peter never got on commercial flights with his own weapons.  It was a good habit it appeared, because security found nothing on him.  They questioned him, mostly trying to figure out why he was going to Moscow.  His answer was simply that he was visiting his daughter - not a lie - but not the truth either.

With no reason to hold him, Peter was released.  It had been a long day, so he decided to get a hotel in the city tonight instead of driving back home.

"Good evening, sir! How can I help you?" the hostess was cheerful.

"A room please - anything is fine,"

They went through the typical dance of finding a room and agreeing.  Peter handed over his card for payment, and had a moment of deja Vu as the woman tried the card, frowned, and tried it again. 

"I'm sorry, sir. It's declining your card."

Peter tried another with the same results.  Frustrated, he left got in his car and headed back to Helsingor.  Anger burned within him.  Being randomly added to the no fly list and losing access to his accounts on the same day was not a coincidence.  Something had happened.  His first thought went to Elyse, but no, it couldn't be her.  If she was in hiding, she wouldn't be checking Atharim reports. Even if she had, she didn't have the tech experience to hack like that.  It was a hurdle, but he'd get over it.  He'd request funds from the Atharim to get to Moscow and deal with his own accounts later.  Unfortunately, he'd have to drive there now.