This was one moment where Ethan welcomed every moment he had spent exploring these towns. Because, even as he began to run, the solution to his escape from a certain determined FBI Agent presented itself to him. He would have sworn if he had been willing to spare the breath. Instead, he committed himself to spouting a random, silent swear word off in his head every couple seconds. He was going to need to stall her nearly five minutes, if he planned on getting away cleanly.

Why, oh why, had he given her the certainty of being able to run again? But then, how was he to know that the first time she would run would be chasing after him?

This was also a moment where he was glad for the fact that he had not been sedentary for the past several weeks. Ethan was not out of shape. He had, after all, walked the fifty miles from Port Orchard to Port Townsend, and he had spent most of his days roaming around the city. Whether or not this was going to clear him for a five minute run would remain to be seen. He did have one advantage over the Agent, though. He didn't need to turn around to see her. If she started to speed up to try and catch him he could pick up the pace as well. When she slowed, he could slow, giving himself a moment to try and catch his breath.

If he had been in the city, it probably would have been remarkably easy to lose her. After all, a large city constantly had things happening, and a couple of lucky events would break her line of sight and allow him to slip away. And, once he was out of sight and paying attention, the chances of her finding him again might as well be zero. Port Townsend did not have that same blessing. It was a quiet town, and a place where the most traffic it ever saw was when one of the ferries came in. Ethan only had one chance, and if he messed it up he was going to get taken to jail. Whether or not that meant he would stay there was an entirely different matter. Busting out of jail was one of the most likely ways to get the whole of the FBI on his tail. But, if it wasn't for this strange, unfortunate agent who seemed to bring the worst luck for him with her, that might not be a problem.

There weren't many alleys in Port Townsend, but he used the few that were available to his advantage. Oftentimes, knocking over one thing was enough to set off a whole chain reaction of only somewhat related events. However, by the time he got into a position where he could set off enough of a chain reaction to lose her, Ethan was so out of breath that he could barely even stand upright. And his other plan was still in place. He stopped running, panting heavily, as the Agent had to work her way around the upended dumpster that had butted up against someone's car. As soon as she was clear, Ethan took off again, his breath somewhat more steady.

Four and a half minutes. He was almost out of time, but he was also almost to his destination. He pounded steadily up main street, past the shops that had become a familiar and almost welcoming sight to him, towards the dock where he spent many an afternoon watching the ferries. The ferries and the water. That was another thing he was grateful for. His meticulous study of the water was going to allow him to do something almost impossible.

On the far end of the dock a sudden gust of wind grabbed the hat of the security guard who was guarding the section of ramp that lead to the ferry when it was docked. He turned away, reaching out desperately for it, and Ethan quickly slipped by him, darting out towards the water. The water, and Kevin's ferry, which was just pulling away from its mooring.

So long as the distance between the boat and the dock wasn't too great to jump, Ethan was welcome aboard.

And it was pulling further and further away by the second. His head was pounding in time with his heart, and his lungs hurt so bad that he knew he was going to be coughing for at least the next week. But it was worth it. Because as Ethan ran towards the edge of the dock with as much momentum as he could muster, he tweaked one final number. His feet left the edge of the dock, and at the exact same moment an unexpected wave hit the front of the ferry, pushing it back the one foot that Ethan would otherwise have been unable to clear. He soared with some measure of grace, clearing the top of the railing with less than a centimeter to spare. But he wasn't worried, because he knew he would make it. He landed heavily on deck, but, surprisingly, none of the guards in the carport seemed to notice the unexpected arrival of one last passenger.

Ethan turned around to face the dock, a smile spreading across his face. He spread his arms wide and took a cocky bow, certain that he would never forget the look on the face of a certain nameless FBI agent.