MD4 8:20 AM
SCRANTON AIRPORT

Flynn shook his head. "Seems like we weren't meant to solve this one."

"Getting religious on me, Flynn?" Kate asked, with a smile.

He sighed, "No. Just...Tired I guess."

"Aint we all... Aint we all."

As the opening of the door to the plane came nearer, Flynn started to get nervous. The image of the broken glass of the cockpit entered his mind. "God.. I hate flashbacks." he murmered. His breathing got heavier, and two steps before the door, he stopped.

"What's wrong?" Newt asked, a worried look on his face.

"The pilots... The glass..." Flynn managed to speak a little, then counted to ten. His breathing became normal. "I hate planes.... I hate terrorist who sabotage planes even more."

Forcing himself towards the door of the plane, Flynn felt like he'd achieved a minor victory. Who knows... Maybe with time.... He could forget.


Somewhere in Washington.

Jack smiled, as he relaxed back into his seat. They'd managed to erase every trace of the science facility... Best of all. Delta hadn't even come close. His man inside the facility had done his job, killing the week scientists, then himself. "A pity Team Delta hasn't perished, but we can't win them all..." He laughed. "There's be another time... another place..." He turned his attention on the files in front of them, forgetting Team Delta.. For the moment.


FLYNN's APPARTMENT

"Yes, I know.. I told you, tomorrow." Flynn fought off his landlord, then entered his appartment. His empty appartment. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he listened to the messages on his answering machine. He switched on his TV, trying not to think. "I'm not going to make that report today" he thought. "Too tired." As he glances around in his appartment, his eyes fall on a long wooden box, near the bedroom door. Slowly he rised from his couch, and stepped towards the box. Flynn picked it up, and his decision was made. "It would do me good. Plus, the rent is due." He opened the box and inspected the object inside. He swiftly assembled and disassembled the cue.

A transformed Flynn stepped outside the appartment. Wearing his faded jeans, an old blouse, and his lucky hat, he made for the pool cafe.


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