Four Hours Later.
Jay couldn't believe it when they had found out they were on a first class flight. And things just kept on getting bet right until they took off. Now he sat on one of the side rows, which allowed him to look out the window. Although there had been a bit of an argument between him and Jamie on who got to sit next to the window. But Jay had bribed him off by saying he would pay for the drinks when they went to the first pub or bar as they called them in America. Jamie sat beside him and they were both still looking around in awe at the wonders of first class. The only problem was that they looked like two homeless men, as they were both dressed in jeans and either soldier wearing a different coloured shirt whilst everyone else wore tuxedo's or expensive dresses. Jay knew that the 1st class passengers must of thought they were crazy by the looks they kept getting. Jay was distracted by Jamie's cockney London voice. "Fucking hell, Is this real leather?" Jamie spoke aloud as he pinched the black chair he was in and his voice over powering the hum of the engines, which caused some people to give them disturbing looks. "The question is, is this real crystal?" Jay asked as he flicked the small crystal like wineglass on his flip down table, which held his coke. "Hey, how much money do you have to spare?" Jamie asked as he reached into the pouch on the seat infront of him and pulled out the flight catalogue. Before they left England, the Major gave them 600 pounds each, which they exchanged for dollars so they could buy some civilian clothes and have lots of spare change just incase. "Why do you want to know?" Jay asked, giving Jamie a suspicious look when he noticed him looking through the wine section, the expensive one at that. "First class flight means first class booze" He replied, smiling as he pointed at a picture Bollinger champagne bottle on the page. Jay shook his head, before replying. "I am not going to waste around 80 dollars on a posh twits drink. We can get around 40 pints of strong beer then that weak shit".
Jay had a point, Jamie thought as he nodded in agreement and closed the catalogue, putting it back where it was before. "Touché. I just hope their pints are worth it out here." He said, scratching his hair. Both men liked to drink and hang out at the pub. They weren't alcoholics and they didn't get drunk easily. But they liked the atmosphere of just sitting around at a table, joking and talking with your friends before getting the other one drunk and talking about it in the morning. That's why most soldiers in the SAS loved their work. Because the officers hardly pulled rank, and would let you do as you please. There was no saluting or crew cuts, just men that done what they pleased, because it made life in The Regiment enjoyable and easier. Jamie caught a bunch of posh rich people giving him stares as if they were terrified of him. But Jamie just smiled and the tuxedo's just looked the other way. Jamie turned to Jay, when he realised what was happening. It hadn't been long since September 11th and people were still scared to fly. And Jay and Jamie had only just got back from Afghanistan, after having to disguise as Afghans and not having time to change look when they got back home. Jamie whispered into Jay's ear, grinning. "These people must think we are Bin Ladens". Jay let out a small laugh, then poked his head forward to see the posh twits. Jay and Jamie had been trained in how to eliminate terrorists on vehicles. It was quite simple, but daring. The trick was to look casual and to not draw attention to yourself. And then get a sock and fill it up with coins, a bar of soap or anything hard you might have on you. And then just run at the terrorists flailing the hand made weapon and beat him in the head until he is dead or unconscious. "I bought a shaving kit at the air port, we can get cleaned up when we get to Jill's" said Jay, as he lifted up his glass of coke and took a swig. "Good stuff, Good stuff." Jamie nodded. Jamie then checked his watch, seeing it was 3pm in Miami time. Four more hours and then they would land, getting away from English cold weather and into Miami sun, just to get their already burned skin burnt again. Suddenly, The mini TV screens on the back of the chairs infront of them switched on, with a text coming up asking people to put on their headphones if they wanted to watch the screening. And then the title came up displaying in a medievil text "Documentary: Art and Culture". Suddenly all the posh people around Jamie began putting on their headphones. He had hoped so badly that the movie would be something to do with action or comedy. He looked towards Jay, who was looking back at him with the same expression on his face. "I fucking hate first class" Jay said, as he shook his head in disappointment.
Jay couldn't believe it when they had found out they were on a first class flight. And things just kept on getting bet right until they took off. Now he sat on one of the side rows, which allowed him to look out the window. Although there had been a bit of an argument between him and Jamie on who got to sit next to the window. But Jay had bribed him off by saying he would pay for the drinks when they went to the first pub or bar as they called them in America. Jamie sat beside him and they were both still looking around in awe at the wonders of first class. The only problem was that they looked like two homeless men, as they were both dressed in jeans and either soldier wearing a different coloured shirt whilst everyone else wore tuxedo's or expensive dresses. Jay knew that the 1st class passengers must of thought they were crazy by the looks they kept getting. Jay was distracted by Jamie's cockney London voice. "Fucking hell, Is this real leather?" Jamie spoke aloud as he pinched the black chair he was in and his voice over powering the hum of the engines, which caused some people to give them disturbing looks. "The question is, is this real crystal?" Jay asked as he flicked the small crystal like wineglass on his flip down table, which held his coke. "Hey, how much money do you have to spare?" Jamie asked as he reached into the pouch on the seat infront of him and pulled out the flight catalogue. Before they left England, the Major gave them 600 pounds each, which they exchanged for dollars so they could buy some civilian clothes and have lots of spare change just incase. "Why do you want to know?" Jay asked, giving Jamie a suspicious look when he noticed him looking through the wine section, the expensive one at that. "First class flight means first class booze" He replied, smiling as he pointed at a picture Bollinger champagne bottle on the page. Jay shook his head, before replying. "I am not going to waste around 80 dollars on a posh twits drink. We can get around 40 pints of strong beer then that weak shit".
Jay had a point, Jamie thought as he nodded in agreement and closed the catalogue, putting it back where it was before. "Touché. I just hope their pints are worth it out here." He said, scratching his hair. Both men liked to drink and hang out at the pub. They weren't alcoholics and they didn't get drunk easily. But they liked the atmosphere of just sitting around at a table, joking and talking with your friends before getting the other one drunk and talking about it in the morning. That's why most soldiers in the SAS loved their work. Because the officers hardly pulled rank, and would let you do as you please. There was no saluting or crew cuts, just men that done what they pleased, because it made life in The Regiment enjoyable and easier. Jamie caught a bunch of posh rich people giving him stares as if they were terrified of him. But Jamie just smiled and the tuxedo's just looked the other way. Jamie turned to Jay, when he realised what was happening. It hadn't been long since September 11th and people were still scared to fly. And Jay and Jamie had only just got back from Afghanistan, after having to disguise as Afghans and not having time to change look when they got back home. Jamie whispered into Jay's ear, grinning. "These people must think we are Bin Ladens". Jay let out a small laugh, then poked his head forward to see the posh twits. Jay and Jamie had been trained in how to eliminate terrorists on vehicles. It was quite simple, but daring. The trick was to look casual and to not draw attention to yourself. And then get a sock and fill it up with coins, a bar of soap or anything hard you might have on you. And then just run at the terrorists flailing the hand made weapon and beat him in the head until he is dead or unconscious. "I bought a shaving kit at the air port, we can get cleaned up when we get to Jill's" said Jay, as he lifted up his glass of coke and took a swig. "Good stuff, Good stuff." Jamie nodded. Jamie then checked his watch, seeing it was 3pm in Miami time. Four more hours and then they would land, getting away from English cold weather and into Miami sun, just to get their already burned skin burnt again. Suddenly, The mini TV screens on the back of the chairs infront of them switched on, with a text coming up asking people to put on their headphones if they wanted to watch the screening. And then the title came up displaying in a medievil text "Documentary: Art and Culture". Suddenly all the posh people around Jamie began putting on their headphones. He had hoped so badly that the movie would be something to do with action or comedy. He looked towards Jay, who was looking back at him with the same expression on his face. "I fucking hate first class" Jay said, as he shook his head in disappointment.
