You know, whoever said that first class food on an airplane was good.. Well they were either lying or brainwashed; one of the two. Not to say that it is horrible, but it?s defiantly not something that would come out of any kitchen that I myself would allow to cook for me. The vegetables, if you want to call them that, look like dried, shriveled up little colorful pieces of Styrofoam. The meat, if it ever was that at one time, more or less resembled something packed together out of the saw dust factory. The milk?Well seeing as I am lactose intolerant, I didn?t even bother. But the glass of chardonnay that I had, which is completely off the record was acceptable. It also aided in some much needed R&R, or as much as you could get flying on a plane. The other few hours were spent trying to digest the interesting food that could probably be sent to the lab for study, and working online to try and track the mark. New information having been found, all of which still pointed to New Orleans itself. Somewhere in there I managed to drowse off again, only to be awakened by the faint bounce of the airplane as it?s outstretched wheels connected with the landing. The captains, or maybe it was the flight attendants voice droning in through the speakers. Asking everyone to remain seated, and all that jazz so no one managed to get hurt while the plane was still in motion. Hands coming up to rub my eyes as I waited patiently. Stomach reminding me that it was time to find something decent after catching a cab, checking into a hotel and checking in from a secure location. Undoing the seatbelt when the plane was at the departure ramp, I got out of my seat with the other first class passengers, and made my way down the entrance way. Suit case swaying at my side, I made my way out into the arriving and new arrivals exit. . Heels of the shoes I wore clicking against the airport sidewalk as it only took a minute or two to hail down a empty cab. Sliding into the seat I gave the name of the hotel that I would be staying at ? The Holiday Inn.? It might not have been the best, but they did pay for a suit, so it was a higher paying room than just a regular room. Plus anything to fancy just drew attention to any one looking to try and mug some one. The streets being alive with ears, especially in a tourist attraction like New Orleans. To my eye the city was much the same as any other in the states. Nose wrinkling slightly at the trash, which you would only find it like this in the states. And of course there were the stores that particularly drove the tourists in, the attractions, and if I wasn?t mistaken even a few theme parks. The shady parts of the town, and the upper class. Bars, it seemed on every street. No there wasn?t anything uncommon or out of the ordinary here. Though I could feel something drawing me, pulling to my senses, right under my nose?
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