Author's Note: Yeah, another shorty, enjoy. Next chapter will be longer, but bear with me for now.
Disclaimer:I pity the person who owns MI2.
Scene change to a bag being carried. Hairy old man is carrying. His watch is counting down; 19:47:15, 19:47:14, etc.
Voice over: I beg you Dimitri, come to Sydney and accompany me to Atlanta immediately. However we travel I must reach my destination within 20 hrs of my departure.
Hairy old man goes outside and sees blurry children singing 'ring a ring a rosy' around a statue.
Scene change to Airport. Bag goes on the x-ray conveyor belt.
Guard: What's this, then? (holding up urn).
Hairy old russian: My best friend.
Guard: (shutdown) oh.
