Trent whipped his phone out and dialed a number, as he weaved in and out of traffic he was headed to another airport. "Yeah i got it." Cammille's head turned towards him as he spoke. "It's fine...not its not damaged...No. Trust me its safe where it is....We're driving there now....alright...alright bye." He flipped the phone shut and was about to put it away beofre staring at it a moment. Turning to Cammile he held out his hand. "Give me your phone." "No." She said sternly and Trents eyes narrowed, forcefully she started to dig his hands into her pockets as she struggled yet he succesfully pulled the phone out. "GPS huh, sneaky bitch." He turned off the GPS and threw the phone in the backseat. Cammille shrunk down into the seat. There was no way Isaac could find her now...After a while they pulled into the airport.