I don't care if she is supposed to be on our side, I don't trust that Russian I thought to myself. I got into my car and drove back to my apartment. I climbed into bed and placed my gun on the nightstand, pointing towards the door.
I woke up early the next morning and had breakfast. After showering, I went to my closet and found a suit to wear. I figured the Russian didn't live too far from the bar, so I returned there. Eventually she drove up and stopped.
We rode in silence to the airport. Cypher parked the car and we entered the terminal. After splitting up, I went through security and checked to see when the plane departed. The flight was running late, and I still had about two hours of bordem ahead of me.
With about fifteen minutes left until we could board, I saw someone who looked vaguely familiar walking towards me. With a sigh of disgust, I remembered that he was a band geek who the football team had tormented for years. Now it appeared he had been pumping steroids and exercising. I continued reading a newspaper as he sat down next to me. He bumped into me several times and made a general annoyance of himself.
Finally I turned to him and said, "Sir, is there a problem here? You keep bumping into me."
"No, no problem at all John," he replied.
"You must have me confused with someone else. My name is William Conner," I quickly replied.
With a laugh, he said, "I think I'd remember the guy who bullied me in high school. You're John Carrington, and I know it."
"Flight 557 is now boarding," said a voice over the intercom.
I stood and said, "No, you have the wrong person. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a plane to catch."
He stood and grabbed my shoulder and said, "You're not going anywhere until I get some pay back, you son of a bitch."
"You've got the wrong guy. Please remove your hand, sir, or I'll call for security," I warned. I really didn't want to make a scene in the airport, especially when I did have a plane to catch. I turned around to face him.
He sent a right towards my face. I dodged to my left and grabbed his arm and broke it at the elbow. I then kicked his knee and knocked him to the ground. I stood back as he cried out in pain. Security rushed the area, and I found myself in custody.
Well, this complicates things I thought.