The airport

Amanda started off in a rush to get to her destination, only to find that with her extra load she could only waddle uncomfortably. Tears sprang to her eyes at the chafing within her holes, and by the time she travelled a few blocks she relented and flagged down a cab.

"Where to?" the cabbie asked when she'd gingerly sat herself in the back seat.

Amanda rattled off the address Razor had given her and sat back, wondering where they were going and hoping she'd have enough to pay when they arrived.

"Where are we?" she asked after a while, seeing the cabbie turning into a busy street, realizing as she said it that she knew where they were. He looked back at her like she was an idiot, but answered anyway.

"The airport, of course."

Amanda stared at the approaching building with dismay, wondering if she could have gotten the address wrong. How was she going to find this Ice Pick guy in a huge airport? There'd be hundreds, maybe thousands of people! She quickly checked her bag, finding a scant twelve dollars within.

"Fifty bucks," the cabbie said as they stopped.

"What?!?" she shrieked. "No way!"

"Yes way," he growled. "Are you telling me you can't pay?"

Amanda gulped, torn between arguing, paying him what she had, trying to flirt her way out of it, or maybe just running out on him. The sight of airport security wandering among the crowds entering and leaving the airport made her unsure which approach to take.