CHAPTER 89

We made it to the airport, and knew we had no time to mess around. Pilot Flemmings thankfully made sure there was a taxi waiting for us when we got there. All we had to do was get our passports checked, which was an easy task, and walk outside into the freezing cold. There was snow lined along the ground, but it thankfully wasn't snowing at the moment. We rushed to the taxi, and the driver helped us put our bags in the trunk. He frowned at Curtis, but decided to let him sit in the back anyway,...