(WERE ON A BOAT. A BOAT. A BOAT A BOATTTTTT... ok and I'll be at Venice Beach) -I finger comb my now blonde hair and sigh- Why me? -I mumble-
-I awake to the co pilot shaking me- "Agent Grayson we are over London." -I nod getting up. I walk to the plane door and open it-
-the buff man that I was told to look for slides up next to me at the bar- I can have you in London by tomorrow -I nod-
-I roll on a rooftop disconnecting the chute from my pack. I stand up and see the message. I text back. Airport-
-I answer as I sit down in the seat: I'm on a private jet highly doubt I'll be at a public airport but I'll manage-