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martial arts, too. They looked a tough lot.

As soon as Fionna Kenmare and her party reached the American ticket
desk they were ushered through check-in and baggage inspection by a
member of the airline staff. Elizabeth had no choice at that moment but
to abandon her vigil, because she had to find the information desk and
pick up her ticket.

Only two people were in the queue at the desk, but they looked to be
there for the next decade: an old lady with a very low voice who had
some trouble with her luggage, and a large American man with a
shockingly loud voice whose luggage had been scratched by the baggage
handlers. As soon as a new clerk appeared from the tiny room behind the
desk Elizabeth waved him over, showing her ID card in her cupped hand.
The man's eyes lighted with recognition, and glanced from side to side.
Neither the woofer nor the tweeter paid any attention.

"Yes, madam, we've been expecting you," the clerk said, very quietly.
He reached under the desk for an envelope, and offered her a clipboard
with a document from Central Accounting to sign. It had been faxed only
moments before. Talk about cutting things close.
"Thank you," Elizabeth said briskly. She opened the envelope to double-
check the flight details. "Just a moment," she said, putting out a hand
to stop the desk clerk from walking away. "This is for Economy Class."

"I am following the instructions to the letter, madam," the clerk said,
looking hurt. He showed her the place on the document where "3rd" had
been checked off, instead of "1st."

"But, this is wrong! I need to be in First Class."

"I'll be happy to alter it if I receive further instructions from the
head office," the young man said hopefully, sounding exactly like a
junior agent in a 007 picture, which is undoubtedly what he hoped.
Elizabeth was in no mood to coddle him. She gave him a wan smile from
the teeth out, and hurried to check in. She could not leave Kenmare
alone for long. She'd have to phone from the other side of the barrier.

With the greatest of good fortune, Kenmare's party was still in the
ticket hall. Elizabeth joined the mass of fans and photographers
milling slowly toward the departure gate.

They sauntered, in no kind of hurry, through the express passport
control, and down the hall toward the VIP lounge, still accompanied by
those fans who were actually holding travel tickets. Now was the time
Elizabeth must catch her and identify herself, before something else
happened. She snatched up her purse from the rollers as it exited the
X-ray machine, and ran toward the lounge. Just as she got there, the
door was slammed firmly in Elizabeth's face. Fionna's fans,
disappointed, scattered into the Duty-Free shopping area, leaving