Myztii looked shocked indeed as she swung open the bathroom door. "You look terrible!", she said. Joe responded by muttering, 
"Thanks. Every girl wants to hear that."

Joe flipped the suitcase onto its back as Myztii massaged his swollen mouth, the red houndstooth pattern almost matching the quickly drying stains on his shirt. "I got... everything. Thanks, by the way. I mean it." His mind replayed the memory of kicking a captive insurgent almost to death with his Ranger comrades as he unloaded his loot. "Flash grenades, Tear gas canisters... I even got ahold of their guns. Here." He set a pistol and a baton onto the counter by the first sink. He tossed on his jacket, and hung two flashbangs and four gas canisters from his waistband. "You do the same. Go along the side of the terminal with the coffee shop. Yank the pin out, and roll them through the crowd. I'll do the same on the other side. Start with the gas. Get rid of them quickly, and get back here as soon as possible. As soon as possible."

Joe pulled on one of the guard's belts, and drew the handgun, before dropping the magazine, and examining it. Fully loaded, all ten rounds in place. He then stood up, and dropped his personal possessions back into his carry-on bag. He set this on top of a toilet tank, and locked the stall door, before dropping to his hands and knees, and sliding under the door. He zipped the red suitcase back up, and did the same with it. He then turned to Myztii, whilst zipping his jacket. "Are you ready? We can do this. We can... fix everything."

Joe checked the first page of a notepad from his back left pocket. The first page, its contents unbeknownst to any but himself, read:

"Operation Heroes of Consequence

Plan: Create a state of chaos and anarchy within the airport. Ensure that the airport empties as much as possible. If possible, coerce military personnel to fire at will.

Goal: Empty the airport, allowing for further development"