"Get in the bathroom." Adrik growled, shoving Sebastian into one of the small, empty rooms. He groaned as Adrik followed him in, locking the door. If you've ever been in an airplane bathroom, you know how small they are. Now imagine having a big, burly, Russian man in there with you. That's the situation Sebastian is in right now.

"Okay, get on the sink, and I'll-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!" Sebastian held up his hands, his heart pumping. "I've seen enough porno's to know where THIS is going, and no!! I do not consent!"

Sebastian reached for the door, but Adrik grabbed his hand, putting a little pressure on it.

"Look, tupoy idiota, I have the parachutes, I have everything under control, and plus, I have a wife and children. I can't imagine anyone wanting a relationship with you, now hurry up and get on the sink."

Sebastian went quiet, and nodded, hoisting himself up and sitting on the edge of the sink, as Adrik turned and spoke quietly into something. Sebastian stared down at his hands, then closed his eyes, his arms trembling.

"Relationships... I had one... but it ended, burning down. Screaming. Crying... No, don't think about it!" Sebastian thought, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. He couldn't be vulnerable now. He had an assassination to do.

Adrik turned around and opened a panel from the wall, inside two parachutes. He shrugged one on, and threw Sebastian the other, which landed in his lap.

"I'd put that on quick, we're about to drop?"

"Drop?" Sebastian inquired as he had one strap securely on his shoulder. Just as he fixed the other, the sink dropped away, and he was flung outside the plane, and was now on his way down.

                       He was screaming like a girl with a skinned knee.