25 year old Kurt Wylde awoke from a fitful doze as the plane touched down. It had been 4 weeks since he quit Teku. 4 weeks of torture. 2 hours of sleep each night for 4 weeks straight. He was sure that the first time he took that training course was a lot easier than it was this time. Oh, well, home at last.
"Welcome to Louisville International Airport, if you have a connecting flight to…" ugh, the last time I'll have to hear than in a while. He thought, than quickly added, hopefully.
A drifter, he had to travel a lot, helping FBI, Police Departments, and the occasional Private Investigator. Those didn't come up very often. They did have to help every once in a while with military operations over seas.
Ah yes, Drifters. Not the wandering kind mind you, they're a military branch. They were called that because of assignments that carried them all around the country, they never stayed long though. If they had to go under cover, they tried not to make deep friendships, and when that mission was done, they no longer made contact with those people. They also lead double lives it wasn't sage to let many people know about your job.
Kurt got up from his seat, grabbed his backpack and headed to the baggage claim. Man it felt good to be home. He looked down at his right hand, the blackish spot the chip made, was for some reason welcoming. He grabbed his duffel and headed out the doors to the side walk. There he pressed a small button on his watch and waited.
Presently a black car drove up, it was piece of art. It looked a little like an Acura HSC Concept and a Ford Mustang mixed together, and bigger. It had a built in computer (kinda like the ones police officers have in their cars but better.), could change colors,(not pink. To girly.) and you could put designs on it by the computer. It also had a sound system that would put Bassline to shame. It had Submarine mode, and jet mode, making it an all terrain car. Literally. It went 300 mph under water, 500 on the ground, and 700 in the air. Kurt was 18 when he built and designed the car himself. (the idea to build it was actually conceived at 17.) It also had a security system. If your handprint or glove design wasn't programmed in, it would send and electrical (is there any other kind?) shock through your body, rendering you unconscious.
Man, when's the last time I drove this thing? It was so smooth, and quiet. It made his cars he had with Teku, seem like junk. Where am I gonna go first. He knew he should get some sleep, but he missed this city so much.
25 minutes later, he pulled up to a humongous Church's parking lot. He walked in the front doors and gave himself a tour of the huge building. An hour and a half later, he was walking back to his car.
Pretty soon he was walking up to the twin spires of Churchill Downs, when he saw a familiar face.
"Hey Jim!"
"Kurt! Where've you been?" A short stocky man with thinning brown hair walked up, "You've missed some great races, and Keeneland's wondering when your gonna send some more horses."
"Good to see you to," was the smiling reply," here and there, I'll give 'em soon."
" Hope so, horses haven't been great racers lately."
"Yeah, something to do with being injured lately right?"
"Yup. Hey you look tired. Long trip?"
"Very."
"Than go get some sleep, world won't die if you don't!"
"Okay, I get the point, you wish I never showed up. Bye!" Chuckling he walked away with Jim calling after, "that's not what I meant!"
Finally, after about 5 more stops he pulled into a long driveway with an electrical gate. Acres and acres of lush wooded and grassy land were in front of him. In the middle was a huge mansion, off to his left were the stables and the grooms houses. He could see groups of horses inside fenced areas, behind the mansion was a huge lake. He drove straight for it, an extension of the drive came up above the water, a great whirlpoolish hole opened in the middle of the lake, he went down the circling path and into the under water garage. Home at last.