Actually, now that he has jumped a 747's cargo hold and safe and sound the real story can be told. I dropped him off in Minneapolis where he was hidden in a common suitcase with appropriate rebreathers. Using his paw he clicked the suitcase open and used his Deion Sanderslike moves to escape out of Turkey and move his way south to Syria, generally eating roadside vermin.
Once in Damascus, he quickly snatched the documents into his mouth and took off like a ghost in the night...dodging bullests left and right, he jumped 10 feet into a cargo hold to Greece This was the roughest part as he had to use his last rebreather. At that point, without many options, he decided the only logical tactic. To feed off greek mice in the bottom of the tanker. Beezlebub never wants to eat anyother Gyro in his life.