La Perdita International Airport, Puerta Mibela

"Will this be your first visit to New Orleans, Mr. Krycek?" the TWA employee asked from behind the ticket counter.

"Yes, it will," the man replied from behind his dark sunglasses. His khaki shorts, Hawaiian shirt, and bucket hat betrayed his tourist status almost as much as the bulky camera he wore around his neck. "I have not seen very much of the Southern United States, and I would like to add it to my travels before I return home."

"What do you do for a living?" the clerk asked as she scanned Krycek's luggage with the X-ray machine.

"I am the head coach for the Czech Republic national hockey team," Krycek replied. "I am touring the Caribbean and parts of the U.S. before I return to begin training camp for our players."

"That's impressive," the ticket clerk lied. She handed Krycek his boarding pass. "Have a safe flight."

Krycek thanked her, then headed down the concourse and stopped by the men's restroom. He noticed that it was empty as he went to wash his face in the mirror.

Krycek looked in the mirror and smiled.

Phil Smith's face smiled back at him.

I should do this more often.