Arrivals and Customs

Barahas International Airport, Outside of Madrid, Spain

The Customs and security clerk called forward the next traveler after he had cleared the baggage inspection. The man walked over and handed the customs form, the visa sheet and the passport to the clerk. He sized the man up, African by heritage, maybe from some Congo tribe way back when, tall strong and clearly American.

“Do you speak Spanish?” the Clerk asked in his native tongue.

“Um Pequito,” the man said in his not quite Spanish.

“You are American Senor Eric Bakerfeild?” the Clerk asked in English.

“Yes sir,” Eric Bakerfeild smiled.

The clerk looked over the information in the visa form and the passport. The clerk looked at the man in front of him. He partly looked like a body builder.

“You are teacher?” the Clerk asked.

“Physical Education,” Eric clarified, “Gym, Basketball and Baseball Coach.”

“You are here for European Tour?” the Clerk asked.

“Yes, travel Europe by train,” Eric smiled, “School holiday away from the kids.”

“You have return tickets and…” the clerk thought for a second for the term, “Prepay train tickets?”

“Oh yes,” Eric smiled and pulled out two more printer sheets.

The clerk saw something about a flight from Denmark in two weeks and train schedule.

“That’s good,” the Clerk said as he turned to look at the monitor to see if the passport came back with any flags… “Welcome to Espana Senor Bakerfield.”

The Clerk stamped the passport and the visa form before handing all the paperwork back to the man. The clerk gestured for American tourist to head to the doors behind him and smiled. The clerk hit a button on the computer and the cracked his knuckles before calling the next person over.

*

Eric “Bakerfield” took out the phone that Fury had given him a few years ago and pulled up the voice mail app that S.H.I.E.L.D. had set up for him. On very rare occasions Fury or Hill had a job for him. He was surprised to see he had a voice mail… Eric downloaded the message and held the phone to his ear and listened. It wasn’t Fury or Hill. It was Nina Price, the so-called Vampire by Night daywalker.

He listened to the message.

“Help… Please… I… Need… Help!”

He pulled out his sunglasses and put them on. Blade had work to do.

*

Johanna and Sin sat at in the room watching the video of an interview with an A.I.M. agent that had been arrested. Sin was in her crimson and black skin tight superheroine outfit while Johanna was wearing her red, black and gold superheroine outfit. This particular character was of grave concern because this French national student was a chemistry major who had stolen a large amount of information on various poisons from his university when he left. The other concerns were that he had stolen a decent amount of some rare ingredients for said poisons.

“What did you do with the materials you stole!” the detective asked.

Sin’s phone dinged. Johanna and the other officers looked at her. Sin reached down and thumbed the button to silence the notice. The phone dinged again. Then Johanna’s phone dinged. And they kept dinging. Both Sin and Johanna excused themselves and went to see what was happening. It was a message from INTERPOL. They had a possible entry of an alias from Blade in Madrid. Blade was now in Europe…