text: You head towards the door. The man has started to pull some papers out of the desk and is reading them. He ignores you as you open the door only to be assaulted by the sunshine once again. There is a wave of heat coming off the runway that catches you by surprise, but it is quickly washed away with a gentle breeze.
  
  You walk down the stairs and towards the plane. As you approach, a man dressed in a uniform steps from around the side of the plane and gestures towards the entrance, welcoming you to the plane. You move up the steps and into the plane. Inside the plane is clearly a luxury craft designed for the rich. There are four swiveling captain's chairs, wood grain cabinets, and a number of flat screens. You take a seat and sink into the soft leather of the chair.
  
  The man in uniform steps onto the plane behind you. He says, "Sorry, but due to secrecy, there will be no flight attendant on this flight. You can sit anywhere, and I suggest you keep your seat belt on at all times." It then that you notice there are seat belts in the leather chairs. The man continues, "The flight should be over in a couple hours. I would announce when we're landing, but it will be pretty obvious. Enjoy your flight."
  
  Without pausing for questions, the man pulls up the stairs, closes the door, then steps into the cabin. The door to the cabin closes with a click and you are alone in the plane. A few moments later you hear the jet engines start up. You wait for the announcements that never come and the plane starts moving. A minute later you are pressed back into your seat as the plane speeds up down the runway.
  
  You sit back and relax in the seat, planning to get up and explore the plane soon. Before you know it, you are out cold, enjoying the comfort of the seat. You awake with a start when the wheels of the plane touch down onto the ground once again. You look around quickly, trying to re-orient yourself as the plane taxis to a terminal. Looking out the window you see a small shack at the side of what looks like a very new runway. The plane moves towards the shack and in no time the captain comes out of the cabin. Without a word he opens the door and puts down the steps. He stays on board the plane and gestures you towards the exit.
  
  Stepping outside, you feel the humid heat wash over you. The sun is shining brightly, and you can only assume that you are in Cuba. Blinking in the sun, you can see an old sedan parked next to the hut. You start walking towards the car and you hear the door slam shut behind you. The plane is already in motion before you make it to the car. You shrug and figure that it's too late to back out now.
  
  The gravel crunches under your feet as you walk towards the car. There are bits of dust in the air and you can see a long dirt road headed in two directions from the small hut. Walking past the hut, you don't see anyone in the building at all. In fact, it looks like it has been abandoned for some time now. When you arrive at the dark blue car, you look inside and can see a set of keys sitting on the seat. Next to the keys are a map with four locations circled in red. You can tell that one is a runway, apparently where you are now. The second is in town, so that must be the coffee shop. The third looks like an estate on a hill, which must be el Martillo's house. The last is a large building and the only one labeled on the map, and it is labeled, "Hotel Melia Habana."
  
  You open the door and get in the car. The keys do indeed fit the ignition and the car starts up easily. The gas tank indicator shows full and you have to decide what to do next.
  > go to the coffee shop and try to find your contact.
  You decide to follow the map towards the contact and the coffee shop. From the airstrip, you drive around a few hills and in the direction of Havana. Driving down the hills, you see the city start to unfold in front of you and can easily follow the map towards the coffee shop.
  
  When you arrive, you notice there is plenty of parking and not that many cars around. Instead there are a number of people on mopeds and motorcycles and a few older cars. There are a few small delivery trucks driving around as well. You find a space on the side of the street and park the car.
  
  You wait in the car for a few moments and watch the people around you. Most of the people around appear to be in a hurry, or at least have a purpose. Across the street there are a number of round tables with umbrellas outside the coffee shop where you are to meet. There are two couples sitting at tables there, drinking coffee and a single man with blonde hair and a bushy mustache sitting by himself. You guess that he must be your contact.
  
  Taking one last look around, you step out of the car. You pause to let a mule pulling a wagon travel along the road before you cross towards the coffee shop. It appears that there is no one else watching as you make your way across the street. You walk up to the blonde man sitting alone.
  
  You say:
  > how's the coffee?
  Very suddenly, the man jumps to his feet, knocking the chair he was sitting in to the ground behind him. As it clangs into the ground, his hands rise up, one with a fork and one with a dinner knife. You turn your hips and move quickly to avoid the very sudden slash with the knife across your midsection.
  
  The man moves cautiously with his knife held out in front of him. As his feet shift on the ground, you realize that he looks quite skilled with the improvised weapon. Your mind travels back to your training in the warehouse and you carefully watch the knife, his arm, and his eyes. You are not sure what he will do next, but he is clearly watching you carefully, looking for an opening.
  
  The two other couples at the cafe get up and scramble away from the tables and chairs. You do not take your eyes from the now armed man in front of you. A serving platter crashes to the ground as a waiter appears and then quickly runs back into the restaurant. You know it will not be long before he summons help in the form of the local police, who you probably do not want to meet right now. The man circles and moves towards you and you can tell he is about to make another strike with the knife.
  > wink at the man and try to talk your way out of this fight!
  You look at the man and try to calm him down. You speak in a soothing tone, like you have been taught. You try and show him that you are no threat to him. You even back up a little, trying to show him that you're not out to kill him...at least not right now.
  > continue...
  The man continues to sweat and you see his face redden as you speak to him. Instead of moving away from you, as you back up, he slowly moves up and closes the distance with you. You continue to hold your hands up and attempt to talk him down. Very suddenly he moves in and stabs your hand! The pain startles you and you move your arm, giving up your defenses. The man sees this and before you can react, he drives through your arms and stabs you in the chest. He lets go of the knife as you slip to your knees. He turns and runs, disappearing into an alley next to the coffee shop.The world around you gets dimmer as you drop to the ground. You can hear sirens in the distance, but they are getting more quiet as you decide you will close your eyes and rest, just for a moment. I am sorry, but it would appear that you have died.
  
  You had a 10 percent chance of winning that battle.
  
  Please do feel free to try again. To increase your chance of success, be sure to use a skill that you have trained or have items to help you.