Hannibal catches Will's intent, and his heart swells with pride. He plays his part, though, and looks at his watch. "The coffee shop in this terminal closed at eleven," he says, his voice polite but weary. Hannibal has never been to this terminal before, but he's researched it, and wants the woman behind the desk to think that he's been here so many times that it's boringly routine. He glances at the woman, and her body language is relaxed, tired, bored. They haven't raised any red flags for her yet. Good.
"Will there be coffee available on the flight?" he asks her politely.
"There will be breakfast and lunch served as well as a beverage service." she answers by rote, not really paying close attention. When their faces appear on the news in the days and weeks to come, Hannibal is fairly certain that this woman will have difficulty even recognizing that they came through her terminal.
Or would have, if not for this.
"How will you be paying, sir?"
"With apologies, I shall be paying cash." The woman glances up, eyebrows raised. Hannibal smiles. "Our department functions on a number of grants that are often tangled in bureaucracy, and the funds for our travel have been delayed. They were able to pull together enough cash for our flights to Paris, and then the travel account should be able to cover our flights home in a few days." He lifts his own eyebrows companionably. "I hope that isn't too much of an inconvenience."
She says it isn't, but they have at least some of her attention now. Hannibal wishes it wasn't necessary, but the FBI would have an easier time tracking down the accounts he has set up for their use in Europe if he uses them while in the states.
The transaction takes a little longer than it would if he were merely using a credit card, but not terribly so. Once done, tickets in hand, Hannibal leads the way toward security, dragging his suitcase behind him.
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"Will there be coffee available on the flight?" he asks her politely.
"There will be breakfast and lunch served as well as a beverage service." she answers by rote, not really paying close attention. When their faces appear on the news in the days and weeks to come, Hannibal is fairly certain that this woman will have difficulty even recognizing that they came through her terminal.
Or would have, if not for this.
"How will you be paying, sir?"
"With apologies, I shall be paying cash." The woman glances up, eyebrows raised. Hannibal smiles. "Our department functions on a number of grants that are often tangled in bureaucracy, and the funds for our travel have been delayed. They were able to pull together enough cash for our flights to Paris, and then the travel account should be able to cover our flights home in a few days." He lifts his own eyebrows companionably. "I hope that isn't too much of an inconvenience."
She says it isn't, but they have at least some of her attention now. Hannibal wishes it wasn't necessary, but the FBI would have an easier time tracking down the accounts he has set up for their use in Europe if he uses them while in the states.
The transaction takes a little longer than it would if he were merely using a credit card, but not terribly so. Once done, tickets in hand, Hannibal leads the way toward security, dragging his suitcase behind him.