It was only a ten minute walk to the port from my apartment, but I needed new traveling and identifying papers if I was going to try and buy passage on a ship bound for Britain. I had stashed the papers for a cover identity in a nearby bar, and it was there that I headed first. The bar was dim and smoky, and most of the customers kept to themselves in shadow cloaked booths. I retrieved my emergency passport from a hidden compartment in the decorative globe bookend and headed for the back door.