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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.

The End

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