It took Jamie more time then she liked to to get everything settled before she could leave. Luckily Steven had been hard pressing the Fuego's but soon had too many homicides due to the puddles of blood left behind in the empty hanger to keep his mind and eye on her. "Good morning Miss Jamie. Where are you off to today?" Her hanger manager Frank said as she parked her motorcycle in its spot. " Any where but here at the moment.Pilots already up Frankie?" Frank nodded. "What do I tell anyone who comes looking?" Jamie smirked. "Tell them the truth but only after I'm gone." Frank bit his lip. "Sorry about P.B." Jamie nearly cried in front of him. "Not as much as I am. I should have never left." Frank narrowed his aging eyes at her. "You can't keep us all safe, no matter what you do we aren't kids any more." The old man snorted. "Hell I've got grandkids....sorry." He said suddenly. Jamie hugged and kissed him on the cheek. " Its o.k. I'm everyone's favorite aunt." Frank hugged her tightly and then eased her away. "You better get going or those pilots will be taking off without you." Jamie laughed grabbing up her army duffel bag and trotted up the stairs. She turned back and waved when she got to the top. Frank waved back. " Don't forget to have some fun!" He yelled as the door slowly closed he looked to her usual seat where her face appeared soon with a thumbs up. He watched them taxi and take off with a small smile before he went back to the 1936 Hudson he was working on. Knowing the only one who had to fear anything was Voro.
P.B. woke up in the hold having fallen asleep amongst the bodies. She found a knife in one of the dead bodyguards pockets along with a phone, money and two guns. She tried the phone but the airplane's body caused to much interference, so she put it in her pocket along with the money. While the gun's hung at her sides. With that she climbed up, using one of the guns to push against the trapdoor. It actually pushed up. She peered up into the cabin. No one and from the looks had been for awhile. Where the hell were they? They couldn't be....the shot in the neck. Damn it! Tranquilizers! She could have been asleep for 1/2 a week. P.B. climbed out and tried the doors.
Locked from the outside. She tapped on the glass, floors, and ceiling. No use wasting ammo if it wouldn't even dent the wood. She thought of the hold with all its grizzly mess....yes that could be a way out! She moved swiftly towards the hold when the t.v. turned on. "Good morning my lovely, I'm so happy to see that you are up and much more lively then when we put you down into that nightmare." P.B. shot out the screen only to keep hearing his grating voice. " Oh you are going to be great fun as a wife. I will never be bored, not with you. Now put down the gun and relax." P.B. found the speaker and disconnected it. Only to hear the p.a. come on. "I take that as a no. Then you leave me no choice. Good night my love I'll see you in the morning." It then went off as gas came through the vents. She rushed to pilot's section and closed the door, but it kept coming. P.B. grabbed the oxygen mask and breathed deeply only to find that the oxygen had been exchanged for gas. Damn it! She was loosing consciousness quickly. Tears stung her eyes as she held the gun to her head. "Forgiv….." Her body fell forward as the gas completed its job to knock her out. The gun landing underneath the instrument pane.
Flack the Hack-Fenton Hackmore. Reserving his and Rory's beach bungalow in that crazy little town that Voro's nuttier then a fruitcake sister had let slip in the massage room. Thanks to his little camera in the painting he'd switched out on her day off. "Mom is so going to kill you when she finds out what you did." Rory said while her olive colored hands put away more of her favorite concoctions into her traveling shelf. " You do know she'll disown us for coming along when she explicitly said for us to stay put." Flack snorted and finished paying for the bungalow with his very expensive credit card. "What are we 6? We are adults." Rory laughed. "Yeah I dare you to tell mom that when we meet her." Flack grumbled and put in the last report he had finished for the government on the subject that they had inquired about. His eyes catching the glint of his Egyptian Asp as she marveled at the bit of jewelry on her 4th finger on her left hand. " Why did you make me take back the ring?" The Asp came to him and knelt at his side. "Because that horrid rock was fake....no-no I mean its like saying too much when there isn't any real feeling behind it. This..." She held up her engaged hand. "This says I love you. This says there will never be any one for me other then you. That we are enough and there's room enough around it to add stones for our children." Flack's eyes widened. Rory laughed. "No not yet but if we don't watch it, it will be." Flack rolled his eyes and pushed back his chair and picked up his top shelf military grade laptop. "Come on we better get going." Rory stretched up and went to her shelving unit. "Oh who did you get to pilot mom's plane?" Flack snickered. "Oh I called in a couple of favors."