Chapter Twenty-One:
It took them ten minutes and several miles over the speed limit to reach the house. Pia and Jaz rushed up to the bedroom they shared with Colby, each grabbing their travel back-packs and stuffing clothes and important books as well as other paraphernalia they deemed important, the objects that they received from the woman tucked neatly between folds of clothing. Pia looked over towards Colby's bed and at the last minute grabbed her bag and filled it with objects and clothes she was most certain her sister was missing, including the three pictures she kept on her nightstand. One of the three of them together, one of them with their uncle on Christmas Day and one of their parents on their wedding day.
Next, they rushed to the study and Pia put Lulu the turtle in a pet-box given to her by the driver and began to put the fish in a portable tank. Jaz busied herself gathering up two crates, one with the ferrets and one with two of the cats, and getting them into the back of the limo. The gang was outside gathering their bags from the Mystery Machine, which was going to be transported to HQ later. The woman was helping gather all five of the dogs into dog crates and setting them carefully in the back of the limo with the four cats, the turtle, and the fish already inside. Jaz was just placing the ferrets inside as well when Fred gave the ok for all of the luggage being in place in the trunk.
They all piled in and once the door was closed, the driver slammed on the gas and they lurched forward at very illegal speeds, only taking them five minutes of the normal twenty minute drive to the airport. They rushed inside and checked the animals in with their luggage, practically running through security and to their gate with an hour to spare for lunch at the airport's McDonald's stand.
As they ate their lunch, Pia and Jaz exchanged nervous glances at each other and put off asking anything and focused on finishing their fries. It seemed an eon, but the flight attendant had finally announced that women and children could now board the flight to Karyon. They gathered up their travel bags and single-filed walked through the wooden walkway and onto the plain. The seats were three to each side, leaving them to occupy the first few rows. Pia and Jaz sat together, their bags between their feet, with the last seat in their row empty. Across from them Shaggy, Velma, and Scooby occupied the row, leaving Fred, Daphne, and the woman to sit behind them.
Once everyone was on board and the safety video played, the flight attendant announced that they would now be taking off and to remain seated. Jaz began taking deep breaths. Though they traveled a lot, Jaz was still slightly afraid of heights. Pia took her hand and allowed her to clench it in a death grip as the plane took off with minor turbulence. It would be a full three hour flight.
They stepped out of the elevator and were led down various halls and empty rooms until they reached the outside of the building. In the elevator, they had changed clothes and Stacy and Colby were given false identification tags. As far as anyone knew, they were cousins and Sam was their uncle. Colby's hair had been pinned up in the back to disguise it's telling length; not many girls had hair that reached passed their lower backs.
"Now remember, Stacy you're ten and Colby, you're twelve. We're here for family day on the twelfth floor, but Stacy got sick and we're going home. Got it?" They both nod and they head towards the final gate out. A guard is standing there idly, fingering his badge in obvious boredom. He spots them and straightens up stiffly.
"How may I help you sir?" He asks officially.
"My cousin here is sick and wants to go home. We were here for family day, my dad works on the twelfth floor."
"Let me see your visitors passes." Colby and Stacy hold them up for the man to see. "Rain Elizabeth Halliwell and Karly Jane Louisan? Odd names... are you American?" Sam nods silently and shows the guard his own ID. "Samuel McAdams?" Sam nods. The guard gets a suspicious look, but let's them pass. As they walk away, he goes to remove his walkie-talkie. He gets a horrified look when he realizes it's not there. Instead, he removes a slip of paper.
'You shouldn't talk so much, leaves plenty of time to remove your gun, take your walkie-talkie, and place a knock-out gas bomb in your pocket. Oh and by the time you read this, it should be going off,
- Sam'