A zombie virus.

That's bad.

Tron had already left the hotel, walking north for a short amount of time. They were currently smack in the center of Australia in a tiny town called Yulara, literally in the middle of nowhere. His destination is still a long way ahead of him north just off the coast of Australia's Northern Territory.

There were no cars to take, and no planes. Damn, maybe he shouldn't have crashed his plane for no reason.

However, he still had a trick up his sleeve. Tron wore his badass glasses and combed his hair before standing incredibly still. He whistled loudly.

That's when he heard footsteps rapidly approaching him from behind. He smiled to himself, suddenly performing a backflip. Instead of landing back on the ground, he landed atop his brand new ride. It was the Aussie's natural enemy, but also his best form of Australian transportation yet; the emu bird. 

Unfortunately, at their current pace, it'll take approximately 15 days before they reach the Darwin International Airport. By the time we reach Chapter 4 when we're in Japan, we'll be dead of old age. But Tron missed the part where that's his problem. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small circular device with a button.

He stuck the device onto the emu's rear end and then pushed a button. Suddenly, the device shot a massive jet of fire, launching him and the emu into the sky at supersonic speeds. Boosters are clearly OP.

Just as his emu crashed into the airport and died spectacularly from the impact, Tron received a notification on his phone. $25,000 was transferred to his account, courtesy of the Division he worked with. Unfortunately though, they immediately deducted $20,000 because of taxes, transfer fees, service fees and a fuck-you fee. Also it's rude not to tip the agency for paying you, so the tip took an extra $4,000. He was also asked to donate and fund a children's hospital, which took $800, but it had a $150 processing fee, which left Tron with only $50 left to spend.

Without wasting any time, he checked the flight logs. A plane was leaving for Tokyo in just an hour; perfect. Looks like the Director was right all along.

Tron approached one of the airline attendants, grabbing his wallet in the process. He pulled out an ID, specially made for scenarios like this.

"Special Secretive CIA Officer of the Multi-National Armed Forceful Military Operator of the Elite International Bureau of Federal Terrorism Combatant Organization, Administrative Field Agent Dunce, I demand passage on flight D4C to Tokyo, Japan."

His card was a blank cut out of his portrait, with the words 'Let me in please' written in purple crayon.

The airline worker squinted her eyes at the card suspiciously. After what seemed like a solid minute, she gave him a smile. "Seems fine by me. Enjoy your flight, Special Secretive CIA Officer of the Multi-National Armed Forceful Military Operator of the Elite International-"

Before she finished, Tron had already walked off. He began running towards security, shoving multiple bystanders aside. Anyone that stood in his way was pushed back. If he couldn't reach them, he used the force to send a gust of wind their way and knock them out. Even people who weren't standing in his way were falling over because of suspenseful reasons.

Rushing through security, the metal detectors blared and sounded. He was carrying at least six different firearms in all shapes and sizes that he somehow conveniently had on him. Some guards turned their heads and gasped. 

One guard pulled out a taser and opened fire, but Tron the BADASS literally jumped and twirled like a ballerina and kicked the darts out of the air! Ohhhhhhhh shit!!! And get this! That was so fucking cool, that the taser darts got kicked straight back towards the guard, electrocuting the hell out of him! 

Anyways, despite only running for a few short minutes, his plane was ready to depart. Time really flies by when you're having fun or just running I guess, I don't really know. The plane was almost full, and was about to leave in just a few more minutes.

There were still three more people he had to make it past before he could reach the plane. The first enemy was a 633 lb sumo wrestler. Tron knew he couldn't charge through him. This was going to be incredibly tough for him.

His options were thinning, there was no way to tackle this man. He was simply far too big and heavy. So, Tron sighed. There was only one final option.

He ran around the sumo wrestler.

That was really difficult. Those extra few steps of running really exhausted Tron, but he kept his chin up. Two combatants remained. Up next was a six-year-old girl in a shiny pink dress.

She was refusing to step out of the way because children are stubborn little brats. So Tron did the only reasonable thing to do that any other sane human being would have also done given the situation.

He karate kicked the girl into the ceiling.

Finally, his last opponent stood just in front of the gate. It was a samurai in heavy metallic armor. He was wielding a katana in one hand and a shuriken in the other. Tron sprinted directly towards him with all his speed, he was ready to make a move. This was going to be the most incredible fight in history. Special Agent Tron VS the Masked Samurai.

Epic heroic badass music blared throughout the airport loudspeakers. Everything moved in slow-motion. Tron ran like Tom Cruise, his determination increasing as his entire body suddenly burst into flames from the sheer presence of his unholy aura.

Meanwhile, the samurai twirled his blade and tossed his shuriken in the air slightly before he caught it. He positioned it back, getting ready to throw it again. His stance was unmatched, and he was prepared to unleash the deadliest katana slash no man has ever witnessed before.

This was it. Time was up. The battle was finally on.

Tron stopped running and stood in front of the samurai. He placed a hand over his shoulder. "Excuse me, sir."

The samurai stepped aside, apologizing in the process and bowing respectfully as Tron continued his pursuit.

At long last, he reached the short hallway leading to his plane. However, he was met with a shock. He was too late. The plane had already started reversing. They were about to take off without him.

He couldn't wait for another flight to Tokyo. This was his only chance, he had to board that plane somehow. Therefore, he ran towards the end of the hall and bashed through the gate. Upon doing so, he was met with quite a drop. But his super badass spy agent training came in handy, allowing him to stick the landing and finally make it outside the airport.

His plane was already on the runway, preparing to speed up and take off. Tron ran directly out in the open, ignoring all the yelling from security and airline workers.

The plane began increasing its speed, zooming down the runway. But no matter how fast it could go, it could never escape Tron.

He touched his left wrist, revealing an electronic device with a screen. Aiming his arm towards the plane, he clenched his hand and formed a fist. That was the trigger.

Immediately, a metallic hook that was previously flattened was launched at terminal velocity from his wrist-device while attached to a seriously long rope. At lightning speed, it flew through the air and struck the plane. Finally, the hook extended, clenching on to the side of the plane and securing its position.

Tron was suddenly yanked to the side as he retracted himself towards the hook. His grappling hook was working, allowing him to slowly but steadily inch his way closer to the plane. Using his other hand, he reached over his shoulder and grabbed a light-weight rocket launcher.

He fired multiple rockets towards the airport and runway. All the rockets suddenly broke apart into dozens of smaller missiles. At least a hundred explosives rocked the whole entire airport, sending the area into an apocalyptic-state of explosive anarchy, fiery chaos and hellish destruction.

Why did he do that?

Because explosions are cool and it makes him look badass as he's zipping through the air after an airplane.

After a few minutes of whizzing in the sky, he was finally close enough to latch himself onto the plane. Using his grappling hook, he edged his way closer to the emergency door on the side of the plane. With his free hand, he punched the door so hard, it was forced open.

A random innocent attendant that was working to support her poor family was sucked out the plane, got shredded in the engine and freaking died. But Tron is the only important character here to worry about. He entered the plane and quickly shut the door closed. Also don't worry about the plane's engine, it miraculously didn't break and still functioned normally after brutally mutilating a woman to death.

Luckily enough, he found one seat available. Becoming comfortable, he sat back and closed his eyes, finally having his moment to relax.

This was going to be a long flight.