Getaway

You may look for me, and you might not find me.

Sometimes, I have very dangerous missions assigned. In and out operations. Fast and frantic. I disappear for a few days, leaving my family behind under a shroud of mystery. I fly halfway across the world, or perhaps, only travel to a field, somewhere, even within a city, it can be anywhere.

The plan is simple. I have to make sure the foreign assets most people call Artists land on site, are protected and make it to the Stage in one piece. After that, the complicated extraction from location in which oceans of bodies will lunge themselves atop assorted transportation vehicles in order to be closer to the Artist. And that just won’t do, you realize. I’m on a tight schedule. I’m on a contract. I must extract fast and they must leave the country in the same condition as they arrived.