you were a killer under cover, and you were flying towards your next destination: the Galapagos. As you were sat on ypur seat, you were reading the newspaper. You saw an article about you and you couldn't help but notice they wrote your name bad They wrote my name bad you say in a low tone. The passegger next to you, a red headed man who was reading a newspaper as well, smirks in a very light way Don't worry, my dear, they wrote mine wrong too he says, looking at you, the smirk still on