Realizing that you ARE on the job, you figure that it's imperative that you make it to the airport and catch your plane. Turning around and breaking out into a run, you retrace your path to a point where you're able to see the road through the trees and foliage. The remnants of the wreck and still sitting there, with a dozen or so emergency vehicles crowded around. You cringe at the thought of what you did, but quickly shake yourself off. You didn't mean to do it, and you've quite probably done worse things in the past before. It shouldn't get you down.

	Bolting to the west to get to the airport, you dodge limbs and hop logs for a good 10 minutes until the roar of planes closely overhead tells you you're almost there. Checking your watch, you see that you have enough time to walk there and still make the plane, so you slow your pace a bit. Watching a couple squirrels up in a tree, you ponder what exactly is in the envelope that Dimitri gave you on your exit from the headquarters besides the tickets. Not knowing what's ahead was always one of the things that intrigued you about the life of a spy, and it is constantly living up to the hype.

	Before you know it, you're standing in front of the airport. You rip open the envelope and are careful to only remove the tickets - the rest shouldn't come out until you are safely on the plane. Tucking your tickets into the pockets of your pants and replacing the envelope in your jacket, you make your way to the terminal.



	*continue to the terminal