Robert Kennedy Geneva Cointrin Airport, Geneva, Switzerland Dawson, dressed in a black suit and tie, stood beside the coffin, his head bowed in remembrance. Behind him Red did the same, his hand resting on the coffin of his friend, the somber look of Dawson mirrored. The rest of the team were already aboard the private plane, but moving dead bodies from Switzerland to an international destination still involved some paperwork, even if not flying commercial. Paperwork that was taking longer than Dawson liked. Two airport security personnel were talking in whispers behind the special luggage counter, a lineup of at least a dozen waiting to check their own special items from pets to corpses. Finally one of them stepped out with a sheaf of papers in their hands. “I apologize for the delay, Mr. White. Per procedure, I will need to see each of the deceased so I can compare it to the photo ID.” Dawson nodded, knowing this was coming, but dreading it nonetheless. “Of course.” He undid the screws holding the top half of the coffin, then lifted the lid as Red did the same behind him.
