I trampled the gas almost to the ground. The plane flew at 9.50 pm, so in thirty-five minutes. I was just passing Kongeparken Park, so I'll be at the airport in five minutes. I hope I make it. I have to make it.

Somewhere in Soltunvegn, I shook them off, and there's no big black van behind me.

I'm sitting in the lobby, my right knee bouncing up and down with nervousness. Departure is scheduled for ten minutes, and I haven't heard the call to board the plane yet. With every second I'm sitting here, the chances of them finding me and taking me to certain death increase.

"A call to board a plane, for flight number A527, to Miami with two transfers in Helsinki and New York," the speaker said. So I hurried to the door of the hall to the plane, where a young woman my age stood behind the computer counter. I lined up and thank God there weren't many people in front of me.

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When it was my turn, I handed my ticket and passport to the woman behind the counter.

"Jupiter?" her mocking tone sounded.

"Who were your parents? The astronauts?" she laughed at her joke. I missed her note and hurried to the plane, but before that, I looked at her name tag. Rhea. She has just something to say, I was at least named after the planet, while she was named only after the moon, which not many people know.

I sat down and stared nervously at my watch. Five minutes to go… Two minutes… And finally, we're in the air. If they didn´t plan to blow up the whole plane, which is unlikely because they are trying to act quietly and discreetly, at least in the context of international security, then I am safe. Finally.