"Welcome to Jamaica, I hope you had a pleasant flight," the female air-hostess said to the Messenger as he approached the exit door, he simply waved at her and began his descent down the stairs.
He pulled out his Blackphone and launched the tracking app; he had tracked the suitcase to Jamaica.
His phone starts ringing, it was Madame Cheng; he grunted and answered the call.
"Why is my fucking computer in Jamaica?" She bleated.
"I'm on top of the situation Madame Cheng."
"No, you are standing on the toes of a lot of powerful people, you are lucky the CIA has some dirt on that blacklist, you'd probably be hanged by now."
"Nobody is getting hanged ma'am. The authorities have been alerted of their presence in the country, I'll smoke them out in no time."
"You better. You seem to be slacking Mr. Messenger. Baby doll is in Granite City, you know that right? Oh you have no clue do you?"