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The flight from Heathrow to Minneapolis was uneventful enough. The key was to pretend you fit in, avoid sunglasses, and simply acknowledge fans when they did recognize him. And Eowyn knew to keep his appearance American with baggy jeans, a University of Minnesota football jersey, and Jordans. Enough that people knew he deserved to be in business class but not enough to show excess and privilege. Landing at Minneapolis-St. Paul airport, Eowyn could have grabbed an Uber but that would have drawn attention he didn’t want at this point. So he boarded the waiting G4 at terminal 2 away from the commercial traffic and flew the 10 minutes to Crystal Airport just north of his target. Waiting was a site for sore eyes.

“Calvin! My man!” And both hugged like brothers separated way too long.  “What is with the spy shit yo?” Calvin replied. To this Eowyn turned serious. “I…

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