Nope, the flight is boring, the Indian airport however…

Tracer yawned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Nothing had happened during the flight so she had watched a movie and eventually had fallen asleep. But now she had been awakened by a voice over the speakers “Dear passengers we have arrived in Delhi, please leave the plane.”

Everyone got up and left the plane, Tracer just went with the flow and eventually found herself in the airport’s main hall. The crowd of people that had left the plane was absorbed by the larger crowd of busy people running through the hall and Tracer found herself alone in a huge mass of multi cultured humans and omnics.

Tracer was thinking about what to do when someone packed her shoulder. “I know what you are.” Her whole body tensed up and she glanced over her shoulder. A tall person, most likely a man, as Tracer thought, because of his voice, was standing behind her. He was clad in a very similar get-up to her own, long black coat and sunglasses, although he also sported a black cap with a huge TP on it.

Her mind raced, what could that stand for? ‘T is clearly for Talon who else would suddenly approach me dressed like that.’ The time traveller thought to herself.

“Follow me.” The disguised man said and walked in front of her.

‘If he leaves his back that open that means more agents are close, I can’t endanger the crowd so I will have to play by their rules for now.’ Her thoughts were going through numerous ways to escape while she followed the man through the hall.

Her eyes darted through the crowd and the longer she walked after the coated person the more similarly dressed people came into view. People of different ages, heights and backgrounds came into view. Even a few omnics in the suspicious get up could be seen. ‘Since when does Talon work with Omincs?’ the question burned in Tracer’s mind but she had other worries right now.

She was surrounded by at least 40 people in coats, all of the wearing the same cap, all of them staring at each other in silence. Then a laughter broke the silence, it came from the man that had guided her here. It was if a spell had been broken, people were hugging happy chatter picked up and no one paid mind to Tracer at all.

“Huh?” she wondered out loud and watched in confusion as the man turned around and smiled at her. “I haven’t seen you before, so you must be knew to this.” He said and spread out his arms. “Welcome to the yearly get together of the TP – the Total Perverts.”

Tracer stood there dumbfounded as everyone around cheered. “This year we will go to Sydney, the hotel is booked but as always to remain anonymous you will have to pay in cash when we are there, although I would appreciate it if you could pay back the booking fee ASAP, otherwise I could only pay for a threesome on my first day.”

The apparent leader of the club took a deep breath before he continued. “As you are well aware we are all appreciators of the fine art of sexuality. We do not condone anything you want to, except ****, one sided **** and really strange fetishes of course. If you want to keep your identity to yourself that is absolutely fine but I will remind you that we are all brothers and sisters in our pervert nature.”

“So in my function as your organizer it is my, Johnathan Welkik, honour to welcome you once more to the 25th get together of the Total Perverts.”

A loud cheer, Tracer was still dumbfounded. “We will meet again in an hour to catch our flight, until then have fun.” The crowd dispersed leaving only Tracer and Johnathan. “Yo, new girl.” He said and walked up to her. “Next time don’t forget your cap, it’s kinda our symbol.”