It all went remarkably smooth from there. The forged passports were found in a dumpster outside of St. Petersburg and the border guards into Europe were easily bribed.

They were now in Spain, negotiating the final transport of the item and themselves across the Atlantic.

“Both of you are couriers? Who sends couriers with a crate on a cargo ship?” The man behind the desk asked curiously.

“We can’t give you any details, patenting pending, you see.” Janus replied in immaculate Spanish.

The cargo company manager laughed. “Eh, whatever. All your paperwork is in order and your line of credit for shipping the crate and your accommodations on the cargo ship are clear. Good luck, I hope you don’t end up killing each other out of boredom.” he smirked and eyed Lauren and Janus.

“Oh don’t worry, we’ve done stuff like this before.” Lauren replied, her “French-Canadian” accent coming through in her Spanish.

“Have you now?” the manager grinned as he signed the final forms.

Nothing could stop them now. Not even him.