Getting out of Russia was easy once he'd shaken his tail and had let enough time pass to be forgotten. At least enough that nobody turned at the sight of his face any more. Passing by Irena Neski had been one of the hardest things Jason had ever done, and it had left him feeling hollow and wounded in an entirely different way from his physical injuries, but he'd known he had to do it.
It was a relief to leave Russia behind. Jason walked through the airport after the plane had landed, all the while scanning the crowd and the building just like it was implanted in his very being. He was still sore, the gun shot wound in his shoulder pulsed with dull pain and he still felt as if a truck had run him over. He knew he had to lay low for a while, a few weeks maybe, so he could heal enough that he was mobile again and was able to defend himself. Munich was just the perfect place to disappear for some time, play an American tourist, especially since it was October and the city was rife with American tourists. He couldn't have timed it better.