"I will."

-

After breakfast, Charlie drove to the Shangri-La Hotel in New York.

He had booked a luxury suite for Janus since he was going to Brooklyn Prison today. They were resting in the room when Kathleen called.

Kathleen's voice echoed through the phone. "Where are you now, Mr. Wade? I'm almost done. If it's convenient for you, I will come over now and walk you through the details."

"I'm at Shangri-La," Charlie informed. "Come over here."

Kathleen arrived at the hotel ten minutes later and bowed respectfully at Charlie. "Mr. Wade, here's the thing you requested."

She then handed him a passport. "This is a Malaysian passport. You can claim to be a Malaysian Oskian. There is no entry record in the States, and this will increase the security of this identity from being discovered."

With a nod, Charlie took the passport and flipped it open. It was his photo, and the name on it was Charlie Curtis. It didn't stand out since many Malaysian Oskians put their names as such on their