We Have A Runner

**MR SCOTT**. The clock keeps ticking and I can't tell if it's just me, but the sound is so much more annoying than it used to be.

I can hear my watch, or my senses are heightened due to the fact that I am terrified, worried, and curious.

That's three diverse emotions all at once.

Terrified for what went wrong during the operation. Agent Michael knew all too well that something will go wrong, this was his fail safe but I prayed that I won't have to use it.

I guess I did.

With almost three hours gone since they left, I'm left to wonder what the contents of this bag are.

It's light as a feather, if it's empty I'll lose my shit.

I'm worried about their safety.

If there's anything this entire journey has pushed me into learning, it's the fact that we are all equals.

I might be richer or more famous than the rest, but at this point I'm no different from either one.

I can't worry for the safety or Tracy Scott alone, it's the a