It should have been an easy job. Fly in, locate the target, plan three exit strategies, eliminate the target, get out. Three options for exit because, too many times, plan A becomes compromised, so rather than improvise plan B on the fly, I like to be prepared. On the rare occasion plan B also becomes unsuitable, I have plan C in my back pocket.....just in case. If plan C ends up in the toilet, then I improvise like a Jackie Chan fight scene and hope I get away clean!

That's how I met my woman from Tokyo. The target was eliminated, plan A was a no go, so I jumped to plan B, led a merry chase through crowded streets and ended up on the train to the border instead of a plane. A most interesting Japanese woman sat across from me and I struck up a conversation.....maybe it was her exotic looks, her spandex one piece outfit, or the dragon tattoo running from her ankle up her shapely leg till it disappeared under her way too short skirt, only to reappear again encircling her neck.

We got off the train together only to find I had not gotten away clean. She had friends waiting. I guess the target was more important than I thought. Now, they have me waiting in a dark room and I know what's coming. The room has loose floorboards. No time to make plans. I'll slip out through the floor and improvise from there.