chapter 5

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After using a public pay phone to speak with Lynn. I was aware that they had tracked down the call and were now pursuing me. I visited the airport. I had originally purchased two tickets for two separate aircraft. I unwillingly waited back at the airport after arriving since I knew that any mistake I made would cost me a lot of money.

I had given up utilizing any form of gadget for communication as of right now. I had completely lost myself in thinking, and I often pondered what I would do in such a situation. I'm sure it was exciting, and I had plenty of opportunity to write down all of my thoughts at the moment. My first ticket purchase was for travel to the Netherlands, and my second ticket was for travel to France. Both of the passports I was carrying had long-term visas. Therefore, nothing would prevent me from travelling to any of the two nations that I wished to see.

As I waited in the area, I began to count up all the things that had happened to me during the previous several days, weeks, and months. From the time I found myself laying on a hospital bed with Lynn leaning on my side, it seems that I was unaware of what had happened to me. First, I was confused as to why Lynn had first told me she was Priscilla.

All I would trust Priscilla with is something very significant that would result in her death. Since I could still clearly recall seeing her lying down after being shot twice in the chest and running away without trying to save her or assist her, I was quite sure she was dead. That really struck me since it seemed like we had been together for a very long time based on our connection.

My flight was rescheduled two hours in advance, a few minutes later. I had to go for a short stroll because I had no idea what had caused all the changes. It was late at night, and I was starting to get hungry, so I walked to the adjacent hotel to eat. Upon arriving at the motel, I made sure my backpack included everything I needed before leaving. I wanted something that wouldn't raise suspicions in the event that someone was following me, so I went with a modest bag. I merely made them out of caution since I didn't want them to know where I was coming from and that I wasn't carrying anything at all.

Precisely 11:00 PM I made my check-in. It took me less than twenty minutes to board the plane after I was swiftly cleared in. After ten minutes, the entire airport was placed under lockdown, with no one being permitted to leave. What was going to happen next was known to me.

I didn't panic because I knew that if I did, I would impromptu scare anybody who may be pursuing me or ask if anyone had spotted me at the airport in a suspicious way and had any information about my leaving the country.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please keep your cool and take a seat. A few technical issues that we've run into have caused the lockout and some aircraft delays. The woman on the microphone stated, We assure you that as soon as everything is finished, you will all be on your way to your next destinations of your choice."

I knew what was going on, of course. The airport being placed under lockdown for such a minor problem was not accidental. I was aware that someone had been by, seen me, and informed his superiors that I was at the airport. While everyone else was freaking out and screaming about why they hadn't been given a clear explanation for their flights being delayed, I remained composed where I was sitting. A chill was necessary for me.

Nobody I knew or any informational contact was present. I knew I was on my own right now, unless there was some other circumstance, because I didn't have a phone or anything else with which to make a call after making the decision to go duck. I saw Olga moving among the people, scanning everybody with her eyes. Now, people were dispersing in every direction. She had a tiny purse and appeared to be in a rush. Extending her arm to pick up her phone. I got up slowly and looked through the throng of people to find her. I drew her aside with my left hand. I advised her to be quiet and collected first.

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