In the airport building Trigger is jumpy, no surprise, he's not with his handler, he's not used to such big crowded places, Mike is jumpy, too, but he tries to persuade himself, that a random check with a dog is just a precaution, the hardest part of the job is done by someone else in the airport of Doha. Leading Trigger to his office, Mike notices, that the dog isn't anatomically the same, his backbone in the pelvis area is a bit longer than it should be according to the standard, but fuck it, Mike thinks, no one notices, I've seen hundreds of Belgian shepherds, of course, I can tell the difference. Oh, poor, poor Y, Mike groans again. Mike decides, that if anything goes wrong, he'd just tell everyone the dog must be sick, it happens after all, they're not robots, the dogs. He composes himself, knowing that the more nervous a handler is, the more nervous a dog gets, and in his office, he performs a bit of obedience routine with Trigger feeding him some treats and playing tug, willing to relax the malinois, not willing to do any harm. It's tough, the obedience commands are different, too, Mike uses the English commands with his dogs, while Darry uses the German ones, which is a sort of a tradition in the IPO sports. So Trigger has no idea what 'sit' or 'down' or 'heel' mean. All of these little things get inside Mike's head, but each time he starts thinking again about how things may have go wrong, he repeats to himself, it's the last time, and in a couple of day I'll flea from London with money and without my wife, without my business partner, without any obligations.
The flight arrives only in the afternoon, and it's plenty of time ahead, so Mike, not being stupid and really knowing, how a dog's mind operates, decided to show Trigger a running baggage belt prior to the random check. They enter the baggage reclaim area, and Trigger is on the edge, too many people around, a group of children point at the doggie, and the doggie even gnars, Trigger's mouth is wide open, tongue sticking out, he's panting and drooling, and doesn't want to jump onto a moving belt. Sean shakes his head, easy, easy, he tells more to himself, than to the dog, and leads the mali to a not operating belt, and in the end Trigger jumps onto it, and then jumps on the moving one, but on the latter he's so nervous, Mike doubts he will perform a nose work there a few hours later.
Mike returns to his office, and lets the dog rest, and a new officer, a very energised and curious young woman with a working airedale terrier puppy, mentions, that Top Gear is not himself today, and Mike explains they had had a very demanding training the last weekend, she nods sympathetically, and finally shuts down in another office room, Mike breathes out thinking who the fuck buy airedale terriers nowadays, it's so hard to find a really working one, he shakes his head and begins working with papers checking the flight arrival time. The flight is delayed of course. 'Bugger.' Mike moans. What's going on in the car now, he starts speculating, Mike doubts that Sean would hurt his kid brother while they need his dog. But what's gonna happen next? Well, Mike thinks to himself, Sean can't shoot Darry, Sean's way too smart, it's a fucking murder after all, what's the point, Sean can just escape with money, too. But the problem with Sean is that sometimes his actions are pointless, and Mike is in anguish.
He plays with Trigger again, and the dog seems to be more relaxed now, acting more naturally.
Finally, the plane arrives. Mike with Trigger on the leash walks out of his office announcing to his colleagues that he's on a random check, when suddenly a phone rings, and Nike has to send some reports right away, Mike who's never late for these particular random checks, isn't really jumpy with that, having calculated that he has around twenty minutes ahead, so he sends reports and even gives a short call to the other department to discuss some job matters, and in the airport long corridor, when he meets a work-mate, he shakes hands with him and makes a short small talk, acting naturally, Mike tells himself, is a key. Then his collegue observes, that the dog's hair has become shorter, why? And it strikes Mike that the dog's hair coat is really shorter, much much shorter, than both Top Gears', because Darry's malinois lives in a warm flat, and Mike's dogs were raised in open-air cages, the small wooden house isn't being heated. Oh, he's just moulting, it's spring, Mike explains with a smile.