Nikita nodded, "Well I'm just asking what you plan on doing now. You can't really return to SAS now, can you? Or do you have some sort of diplomatic immunity set up?"
"Well then I suppose I have nowhere else to go then my friend. I never really gotten diplomatic immunity as that was a recommendation for this job but not mandatory. So yeah. Looks like I can't go back home and I doubt I could live anywhere as why would you harbor the man that helped the SAS Fuhrer escape? Any sane country would arrest me or kill me. Besides, the entire country, including the East US Coast, is right now a warzone. I want to live for the rest of my life, not die please." As he said that, he pulled out his Mokia Pixel smartphone and looked through his contacts to find one of his friends that lives in New York to see how bad it's going over there. "Hey Mark. Listen, i'm calling in to check on you. How's my family and your's doing?" "Listen man. I'm sorry to say this but your family's gone." WHAT?" "I'm really sorry man. They were killed in one of the Wasa bombings. Their home was reduced to rubble man. I'm so sorry." As soon as he heard that, he told Nikita that he needs to go back in the plane for a moment. From outside, you can hear screams and cries of sorrow and possibly angry words directed at Wasabiton.