To the airport.

By the time Addidas had applied her makeup and rainpants, morning had broke on the zoo. "Two hours of sleep," thought Addidas. "That's more sleep than is allowed by the ILSM code." Addidas was breaking the rules, but not in an acceptable ILSM fashion. Addidas knew she would have to hurry to catch Nancy. She ran (in slow motion) for the door, letting the brassiere ripple behind her clutched fist. If the ILSMs had a flag, it would be Nancy's rippling brassierre. Until it went out of fashion.

Knowing that she could never catch Nancy on foot, Addidas decided to hot wire a car. This was the only acceptable option because no self-respecting ILSM (somewhat of an oxymoron) would be caught dead on public transportation, except to stage an impromptu fashion show. However, zoo personnel drive such provincial vehicles. How could Addidas's hair flow sexily in a Ford Taurus?! Then she spotted it. A vintage Alfa Romeo parked on the far side of the parking lot. "So 2005, but it will have to do," thought Addidas.

In one fluid motion, Addidas jumped in the car, ripped out the ignition wires, and hot wired the Alfa with all the orgasmic gesticulation of a true ILSM. The car spurted forward in a sudden rush of speed, though Addidas remained unphased. She drove the car hard, as she had driven Nancy the night before, racing toward the airport with all the fervor her cocaine and vodka laced cigarettes could fuel. As she drove from the zoo, Addidas's indifferent gaze faced the road ahead. Had she looked in her rear view mirror, she would have seen Billi chasing the Alfa Romeo, breasts bouncing clumsily, in a futile attempt to profess her love for Addidas. Poor, poor Billi.

The car raced through the cold Minneapolis streets, the wind pushing Addidas's jacket taut against her perfect bosom. Addidas's expression remained unchanged, but inside her heart raced. Such succulent lips, such an inebriated rib cage! Addidas could not keep Nancy off her mind. She could even feel a droplet of sweat building on her forhead. Addidas slapped herself hard across the face, drawing a small amount of blood in the corner of her pouty lips. "Get a hold of yourself!" screamed Addidas, unabashedly. Her feelings for Nancy were becoming most unILSM like.

Meanwhile, Nancy raced on, her mind also returning to the night before. Nancy, however, was still a young ILSM, not yet as jaded as Addidas. She still felt a sense of commitment to every case. She was not about to start her career with the unresolved mysterious sushi dilemma on her hands. She reached the airport, letting the bike slip and slide to a stop after she jumped from its steel frame. She glided over the wreckage in a way that only an unhumanly low body fat index will allow. She landed and, letting her knees buckle slightly, gave a sexy look over her shoulder to a stunned crowd of tourists from Nebraska. They had heard rumors of the ILSM, but had never seen one in person.