Without a clue as to how serious Interpol was to force him to work for them, Travis went to a news stand where he bought a paper, then made his way out to the street where he pulled up a taxi. "Hey there," he said, "need to get to Pheonix. Have a flight to take." He hoped that he could just slip away, and with Interpol having no idea where he could have gone he would get to finding where Rei was, and with luck he would have Rebecca and Leon to help.

Travis noticed that the taxi began slowing down and looked ahead to see a military roadblock ahead. "What the hell?" he asked the driver. "What's this?"

"No idea." The taxi pulled to a stop and Travis looked down at the paper in front of him, listening to the soldier questioning his driver.

"Have you seen a man by the name of Travis Kennedy at all?"

Travis feigned interest and leaned forward. "What'd he look like?" he asked.

"Tall, thick build, blue eyes, long brown hair and a goatee."

Travis thought for a moment, but not about where he might have seen someone with that description. So Interpol has sent the army after me? He thought. Bastards are worse than Shadowlaw, they'll stop at nothing. He shook his head at the ridiculousness of it all. "Can't say I have."

The soldier looked at him for a moment. "And you are?"

"You want my name?" Travis appeared taken back by this. "Yeah, of course you do. Um, Bishop."

"Bishop's your name?"

"Sername. Nicholas Bishop." Travis returned to his paper as though that was the end of it.

"Sir, could I see some identification please?"

Travis looked up from the paper as though distracted.

"Pardon?"

"Could I see some identification please?"

Travis reached under him for a wallet, then paused. "Would," he said. "That's why I'm heading back to Pheonix. My wallet's gone and I have to get everything in it replaced before I fly out."

"You're from Pheonix?" the soldier asked.

"Wait," the cab driver said, "you're saying you have no money?"

"I'm saying I have no money. I can get it for you at my bank but I have to go there in person. They know who I am there." The soldier wasn't sure about the situation. "Who's this Travis anyway? Is he a terrorist?"

"I'm not sure," the soldier admitted. "Interpol is after him though. I'll need to ask my sergeant."

Travis returned to his paper. "Great," he grumbled.

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The soldier came back to the window after checking with his sergeant. Travis glanced up from the newspaper as he approached. "Is there someone we can phone to confirm your identity?"

Travis grunted, then remembered a number that could be called. "Yeah, there's one you can call. Two actually." In actuality there were a few more, but Travis chose to go with the ones who knew what was going on for now.