[En route: Janus, Steve, Atticus]
The Pilatus PC-12 ended up being the best option. Was big enough to transport a Suburban, while still being comfortable, and so Atticus assumed it would handle Steve's bike with no problem. The money wasn't anything significant and Atticus wasn't concerned with the expense. Had more money than he would ever spend and there was no one to leave it to.
The airport was just beyond the Capital, and Atticus had made all the arrangements and confirmed them from Vade that morning. Had gone into work early to lock down all the questionable books and ensure his office lights were doused and windows closed. Wasn't worried about missing work. Had his messenger bag with him and all the new letters he needed to curate were tucked inside protective sheaths and housed within the old and buttery leather.
Had spent the full moon with the pack and was hurting. Was normal and Atticus had grown used to it in recent months, but it meant he looked a little rough as he waited on the tarmac. Jeans and a faded sweatshirt, curls blowing in the cold air and scruff on his face, Atticus smoked a cigarette while he waited. Hadn't been home in a very long time. Still wasn't sure if they were headed to Manhattan or the Bronx, but he very much preferred the Bronx apartment, even if it was miniscule. That was his spartan space. Didn't remind him of his parents or all the ways he'd wronged them. The Brownstone was another story altogether, and he'd only been there once since his parents died.
Strangely, Atticus wasn't at all concerned about this trip. Was sure Janus and Steve could find Matt. Didn't matter where Matt was. Atticus had complete fate in the two men, and he could bankroll anything needed to ensure success. Wasn't actually expecting to need to do much. Expected men with guns and force, not supernatural or mutant entities. But, if necessary, there were always plenty of dead in New York that could be mustered. Wasn't concerned.
Was just tired, and it showed as he waited for the other two passengers. In the end, he just instructed the crew to load up the bike once Steve and Janus arrived, and Atticus found a seat in the plane. Within minutes, he had dark coffee, glasses on his face, and a stack of letters in his hand. Was a good distraction as he waited.