Adrian Blackwood

"And it makes you stick out like a sore thumb. And who wears a hat like that?" Yelena replied, her accent becoming more pronounced as her eyes darted around, scanning for any potential threats.

Fortunately, the short-term parking lot was just a quick walk across the road from the baggage claim. She spotted the perfect vehicle.

"There's my car," she said, calmly walking up to a Chrysler minivan. "One moment, my key isn't working."

Without missing a beat, she pulled out some tools from her duffel bag and quickly broke into the minivan with practiced efficiency. She had planned to steal a car all along. She didn't expect she'd have company.

But the two child car seats in the back and the diaper bag made it clear:this definitely wasn’t Yelena’s car.

"Can you tell me who might be coming after you?"