Star Killer
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Chapter 9:- Five
Jack got a friend of his to drive the two of them to a private airstrip on the outskirts of the city, where the old courier was waiting to meet them. Jack looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow at his vibrantly-coloured travel attire.
"You the extra passenger she told me about?" he asked.
"Indeed." Samuel extended a hand and introduced himself. "I do appreciate you taking me on such short notice."
"It's nothing. Now you two get in before I take off without you. I've got to time this just right or else people might get suspicious."
"People?" Samuel asked.
"Yeah. People with badges -- and guns."
Samuel glanced at Lauren, who shrugged and got into the plane. He followed her.
With the passengers out of earshot, Jack went over to his friend. Chucky Baker was as dependable as he was imposing, standing a good foot taller and two feet wider than Jack. His forearms and the backs of his hands were covered in thick dark hair, but he kept his face scrupulously clean-shaven, to the dismay of anyone who looked at it.
"Let me guess," he said as Jack approached. "You need a co-pilot."
"How'd you know?"
"Because you can't fly for shit."
Jack laughed. "You coming or what?"
"How much?"
"One grand."
"Shit," Chucky swore. "For how long?"
"One week, tops," Jack lied.
Chucky hesitated. "I don't know."
"Come on. What are you going to do around here -- porn?"
A broad grin split Chucky's face. "Now that'd be nice."
"Are you in or what?"
"Yeah, yeah. Someone's got to make sure you people get to where you're going in one piece, and it sure as Hell won't be you."
They climbed into the plane, and Jack noted the surprised look he got from Lauren.
"Something the matter?" he asked, turning to face her.
"You didn't say anything about bringing someone else."
"You have a problem with my copilot?"
Lauren muttered something under her breath.
"I'm sorry?" he asked.
"I said 'No, no problem.'"
"Good." He swung around in his seat and checked his instruments. "Chucky here will be making sure that nothing bad happens to you if something bad happens to me. I've flown with him a half-dozen times and we've never had a fatal crash yet."
"Fatal crash?" she repeated.
"Well, not fatal for us, at least."
"And that's what counts," Chucky chimed in.
Satisfied that everything was in order, Jack eased them onto the runway, and soon enough the plane was in the air.
Jack got a friend of his to drive the two of them to a private airstrip on the outskirts of the city, where the old courier was waiting to meet them. Jack looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow at his vibrantly-coloured travel attire.
"You the extra passenger she told me about?" he asked.
"Indeed." Samuel extended a hand and introduced himself. "I do appreciate you taking me on such short notice."
"It's nothing. Now you two get in before I take off without you. I've got to time this just right or else people might get suspicious."
"People?" Samuel asked.
"Yeah. People with badges -- and guns."
Samuel glanced at Lauren, who shrugged and got into the plane. He followed her.
With the passengers out of earshot, Jack went over to his friend. Chucky Baker was as dependable as he was imposing, standing a good foot taller and two feet wider than Jack. His forearms and the backs of his hands were covered in thick dark hair, but he kept his face scrupulously clean-shaven, to the dismay of anyone who looked at it.
"Let me guess," he said as Jack approached. "You need a co-pilot."
"How'd you know?"
"Because you can't fly for shit."
Jack laughed. "You coming or what?"
"How much?"
"One grand."
"Shit," Chucky swore. "For how long?"
"One week, tops," Jack lied.
Chucky hesitated. "I don't know."
"Come on. What are you going to do around here -- porn?"
A broad grin split Chucky's face. "Now that'd be nice."
"Are you in or what?"
"Yeah, yeah. Someone's got to make sure you people get to where you're going in one piece, and it sure as Hell won't be you."
They climbed into the plane, and Jack noted the surprised look he got from Lauren.
"Something the matter?" he asked, turning to face her.
"You didn't say anything about bringing someone else."
"You have a problem with my copilot?"
Lauren muttered something under her breath.
"I'm sorry?" he asked.
"I said 'No, no problem.'"
"Good." He swung around in his seat and checked his instruments. "Chucky here will be making sure that nothing bad happens to you if something bad happens to me. I've flown with him a half-dozen times and we've never had a fatal crash yet."
"Fatal crash?" she repeated.
"Well, not fatal for us, at least."
"And that's what counts," Chucky chimed in.
Satisfied that everything was in order, Jack eased them onto the runway, and soon enough the plane was in the air.
