She had never seen Charles make use of it before. She went back to think at her predicament. He can't eliminate me while we're in flight, she thought. He's too much of a pro to leave any loose ends. She glanced at him. His eyes blinked, closed, then opened quickly, then slid closed once more. He seemed to fall asleep.
A sudden idea took form in her mind.
Now, which pocket…Tanya's hand eased into Charles' pocket with gentle care. Her reward was the feel of a tiny container at the very bottom.
When the flight attendant came around with drinks, Tanya murmured 'whisky' and signaled her to deposit the glass on the table before Charles. Keeping her eyes on the man she dropped half a dozen pills into the glass, hoping they would dissolve quickly without substantially altering the flavor of the drink.
She lay back, feigning sleep. Half an hour later Charles, still in a half-awake state, stretched his arm and sipped from the glass in front of him. Slowly, incredibly slowly he finished it all. He then reclined his head on the headrest.
Charles didn't move as the plane began its smooth descent. Tanya checked her bags to be sure her documents were intact, found all to be as she had left them, including her clothes. Charles didn't budge as she slowly rose from her seat and grabbed her bag. She left the plane, went through the passport check point, entered the first restroom she saw, and assumed her own identity. She quickly boarded a cab.
"To the Canadian Consulate, and hurry, please. It's an emergency."