A Portalocity Station Just Out of Port-Au-Prince and Beyond, Thursday
Peter had been sent elsewhere for the past two days, to meet with some people who both preferred to remain anonymous, and preferred not to be found. He didn't mind it: for one, talks had been beneficial to all parties involved, and he wasn't exactly looking for the most conspicuous places to be himself these days.
Not only that, but he had received word from Bean in Thailand. The kid had settled and was already annoying his way into a position of slight influence, and Peter was confident he'd be able to make this work in his favor.
But right now he had other things on his mind.
His helicopter landed on the pad some time after the portal's scheduled arrival time - but that couldn't be helped. He got out, followed by one of his esteemed bodyguards, tie and jacket flapping in the wind.
He hadn't actually been out to make an impression today, which was probably a good thing, as by the time he reached the actual Portalocity terminal his hair, already much longer than it had been when he'd been at Fandom, looked like an absolute mess.
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Not only that, but he had received word from Bean in Thailand. The kid had settled and was already annoying his way into a position of slight influence, and Peter was confident he'd be able to make this work in his favor.
But right now he had other things on his mind.
His helicopter landed on the pad some time after the portal's scheduled arrival time - but that couldn't be helped. He got out, followed by one of his esteemed bodyguards, tie and jacket flapping in the wind.
He hadn't actually been out to make an impression today, which was probably a good thing, as by the time he reached the actual Portalocity terminal his hair, already much longer than it had been when he'd been at Fandom, looked like an absolute mess.
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