I was approaching something that would remind you of an airport terminal. I approached with a certain confidence. I was a spy, working for the allies in a modern-day World War II. The Nazis were reborn, and were once again starting trouble in Europe. The airport was at a border of a sorts with Germany. With all the fighting it was tough to determine where the border was these days, but in this place it was relatively peaceful, with both sides allowing for some travel between the nations. Thankfully, it offered an opportunity for spies on both sides to sneak across. I'd like to think our side was getting the better of the Axis, but that would have been wishful thinking.

I approached a kiosk like many others, however this one was different. The man managing the kiosk was none other than my contact, who sometimes believed he was my boss. We chatted in a secret code that to others would have appeared to be nothing else more than a simple dialogue between customer and salesman. The gist of the conversation was that he was warning about crossing over the terminal into Germany, as there were many soldiers waiting and searching folks as they got on planes. I was not afraid. Not for a master of disguise!

I went around a corner, trying to find the best way in. The paths bottle-necked into one area, where passengers where searched and processed. I found an unlabeled door and went into it. There I found several safety jackets(The bright yellow and orange ones that construction workers used) and hardhats. After swapping some of clothes, I went back out of the door and slipped past the guards at the scanning stations, and headed down some stairs and out onto the tarmac. Strangely enough, there weren't any planes coming in, and the tarmac wasn't tarmac, but a clearing in a forest. A giant wooden barn? before me, and behind it several boat launches. Realizing that my hardhat and jacket would bring notice, I headed to the front of the barn. I removed the disguise and realized that the barn wasn't quite a barn. It was open, first of all, and the front part was a sort of maze of wooden walls. I walked around the side of the barn and I could peer into it because the sides were missing. As if the first floor outer walls were removed in most places. Inside and out I could see German guards milling about, widely spaced from each other- much like a first person shooter that allows you to kill each target before you're close enough to be seen. Thankfully, i just continue alongside the barn to the back, where the boat launches where. Apparently, on the other side of this lake, is where I need to be. I'm stopped only once, an official-looking man asks for my ID in German, and I respond in German. He looks at my pass, and let's me on one of the boats.

Rest assured, this was the hardest part of my journey, and I could safely wake up. So I did.