• No Scratches Please

“And you're sure this will work?” Jax asked as he pushed his luggage cart through the airport.

Earlier on, Natasha had arranged them with fake documents that he could use to travel straight to Chelmen.

“Yes because we're not here as dreadland soldiers, we're just here as ordinary people. This was how Ethan and I were able to rescue my wife and kids.”

Lucy smirked. “She was the one, the one you saved during the raid right?” She stated.

Keith’s lips tightened. “Yes, she was.”

“I'm happy for you,” she responded, the cool sea breeze crashing against their faces while they walked out of the bustling airport.

Jax took off his glasses and scanned the cityscape before him, “so this is the vacation island everyone keeps talking about,” he said.

Keith urged him to put back his glasses on for disguise purposes.

A black car pulled up in front of them and a middle aged man walked out. “Natasha called and she said you people need a car, return it tomorrow by 6:00 no scratches please.” He had a