Will's nudge to get Hannibal speaking only just barely works, and he only gets a single word for his trouble, but he supposes it's better than nothing, and probably safer that they continue to playact as weary travelers with almost no relationship of which to speak. He imagines when they arrive in Paris and get through customs, away from Charles de Gaulle, they can begin assuming their more intimate interactions, at least verbally. They'll have to remain in character, of course, but the two colleagues who barely know each other will become ones that know each other very well.
Will's grateful that Hannibal's reserved him an aisle seat, no doubt knowing that sitting next to a stranger on an international flight would leave him anxious and unpleasant by the time the wheels touched down in Paris. It's helpful for his cover as well, allowing him to remain detached instead of panicky; a panic attack on the plane would bring far too much notice, even if Will managed to mostly contain it.
Settling in beside his companion, Will buckles his seat belt and takes a moment to calmly survey their surroundings. The rest of their row save one seat at the other end is thankfully empty, meaning the reading lights will be off and their seats allowed to remain in complete darkness, and no one will have to disturb them in order to answer the call of nature. The jet is a standard Boeing 777, eight emergency exits and five lavatories in coach. Based on the ratio of passengers to empty seats Will doesn't think anyone will ever have to wait long for an open bathroom. His mind wanders for a moment, wondering how much money is lost on a mid-week flight like this, based on how much fuel a jet this size must require and the sparseness of the passenger population.
It also makes their haystack smaller; international flights from BWI the night of his and Hannibal's disappearance will be Jack's first target, and though their aliases and having paid in cash will make it more difficult to track, it's impossible to say if there are any other parties including two men on this flight tonight. Will wonders if it might have made more sense to pay separately, but then their window was small and two men paying for the same flight in cash within minutes of each other would have undoubtedly raised red flags.
There's nothing they can do about the trail they've left now. By the time Jack decides this flight might be one to investigate they'll be in the wind, traveling by their aliases, but Hannibal's flat is surely rented under a different assumed name, his accounts in Europe possibly under a third. If they low long enough they should be able to travel within Europe without even their alias names showing up anywhere prominent enough to appear on the FBI's radar.
By the time Will's managed to quiet his mind he realizes he's missed the entire safety presentation and they're just lifting off the runway. Hannibal's still relaxed in his seat beside Will, eyes closed with every appearance of relaxation, but Will knows his mind is busy too, making plans for when they land. Will takes a breath and removes his glasses, sliding them into the inner pocket of his jacket and closing his eyes, letting the feeling of the plane climbing to cruising altitude calm his thoughts even more, bringing his focus to the ambient sound of the engines, the soft and steady breathing of his companion beside him.
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Will's grateful that Hannibal's reserved him an aisle seat, no doubt knowing that sitting next to a stranger on an international flight would leave him anxious and unpleasant by the time the wheels touched down in Paris. It's helpful for his cover as well, allowing him to remain detached instead of panicky; a panic attack on the plane would bring far too much notice, even if Will managed to mostly contain it.
Settling in beside his companion, Will buckles his seat belt and takes a moment to calmly survey their surroundings. The rest of their row save one seat at the other end is thankfully empty, meaning the reading lights will be off and their seats allowed to remain in complete darkness, and no one will have to disturb them in order to answer the call of nature. The jet is a standard Boeing 777, eight emergency exits and five lavatories in coach. Based on the ratio of passengers to empty seats Will doesn't think anyone will ever have to wait long for an open bathroom. His mind wanders for a moment, wondering how much money is lost on a mid-week flight like this, based on how much fuel a jet this size must require and the sparseness of the passenger population.
It also makes their haystack smaller; international flights from BWI the night of his and Hannibal's disappearance will be Jack's first target, and though their aliases and having paid in cash will make it more difficult to track, it's impossible to say if there are any other parties including two men on this flight tonight. Will wonders if it might have made more sense to pay separately, but then their window was small and two men paying for the same flight in cash within minutes of each other would have undoubtedly raised red flags.
There's nothing they can do about the trail they've left now. By the time Jack decides this flight might be one to investigate they'll be in the wind, traveling by their aliases, but Hannibal's flat is surely rented under a different assumed name, his accounts in Europe possibly under a third. If they low long enough they should be able to travel within Europe without even their alias names showing up anywhere prominent enough to appear on the FBI's radar.
By the time Will's managed to quiet his mind he realizes he's missed the entire safety presentation and they're just lifting off the runway. Hannibal's still relaxed in his seat beside Will, eyes closed with every appearance of relaxation, but Will knows his mind is busy too, making plans for when they land. Will takes a breath and removes his glasses, sliding them into the inner pocket of his jacket and closing his eyes, letting the feeling of the plane climbing to cruising altitude calm his thoughts even more, bringing his focus to the ambient sound of the engines, the soft and steady breathing of his companion beside him.