You decide that leaving the radio off was probably a good idea, diverting your attention would probably cause your convertible to drift into another lane or something. As the trees to both sides of the road flash by, you ponder what secrets you will uncover from the United States on this mission. You know the new whale song is something more important than just oceanography, but Dimitri would never be allowed to uncover to you how important the mission truly is. If you knew, you might just keep the information to yourself and use it for your own profiting.

	You weave your way through the maze of a parking lot the airport provides, finally dropping your car off in the blue lot. Getting out, you light yourself a cigarette and pull the sealed packet out of your coat pocket. Carefully, you unseal the top and pull your ticket out. You'll read the information once you're on the plane, doing otherwise might compromise you somehow. Putting your ticket in the left pocket of your pants and replacing the envelope into your coat. You toss your half-used cigarette on the floor, figuring some poor fool that the airport uses to clean up out here will probably find it and have his day made.



	*continue to the terminal