Powder and Feathers: Chapter Fifty-Two
Flight. Jean-Pierre and Colm make their way to Berlin.
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JEAN-PIERRE
“Are you alright?” Jean-Pierre asked as they strode through the airport together, glancing sideways at Colm. His brother looked like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards, his hair sticking up in all directions and grey bags showing under his eyes, a shadow of stubble on his cheeks.
“Mm,” grunted Colm, staring forward, and Jean-Pierre sighed, but chose not to further engage on the subject.
The passport inspector was not a mundie, and judging by their face when Jean-Pierre’s passport was placed in their hands, they were a student of history or art or something similar, because they blanched, glanced up at him, and very hurriedly passed it back to him.
Colm was too distracted to mention it, at least, and they caught the train into the city centre before getting the next one out to Oranienburg.
