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if I did : -P
Thank you all who read my story and leave me happy mail (.I'm planning on writing some more for u very few loyal readers.
Chapter 3
The sky was still filled with bright stars, and only a few faint clouds surrounded the moon. The moon shone down brightly upon Rebecca's car as she drove very fast on the highway leading to the next town or city, which was unknown even to Rebecca. She checked her map, and New York City was the closest place around, so she zoomed faster in her Jeep. No one else was out on the road, Rebecca wasn't sure as to why, but didn't care all the same. She was nearing the city limits, and as she looked to her right, there was a police car pulled over. She decided to pull up next to it and see quickly what was going on here in New York City with the police officer, maybe get an escort into the town so she could be quicker. She stepped out of her car, leaving the engine on of course, and made her way over to his car. When she reached the driver's side window, she noticed all the windows were blocked. She tapped on the window, and as an oncoming car in the other lane zoomed by, the lights revealed quickly that the windows inside were covered in blood. Hands started to rush its way around the window, grabbing unsuccessfully at Rebecca. She was in luck because the doors to the police car were locked and whatever was inside couldn't get out. She ran back into her car, and sped off in a panic. As she made her way into the city, she noticed a few districts were completely without power, they were blacked out. She sighed, and made her way to the nearest shipping station, which was UPS. Luckily for her, it was open. She ran inside, and managed to catch the last truck leaving the station, so she paid a little extra money to rush deliver her stuff to California, and she got back into her car and left. Rebecca stopped into a convenience store to ask for directions to the nearest Airport. The man, who had been sweating heavily with worry for reasons unknown to her, directed her to the airport just a few miles away from where they were now. He said she could take whatever she wanted, and left very quickly out of the store. She could hear tires squealing out of the parking lot, and she took full advantage of what he said. She took three lighters and a few munchies and some drinks, stuffed them into her bag, and was on her way. She took the directions the worried man had given her, and arrived at JFK airport. She grabbed all of her stuff, but began to worry because they might confiscate her weapons. She luckily remembered her badge though, and decided she would tell them she was on a high security mission or something like that. She left her Jeep in the parking garage, and ran to the main airport. But first, she had to go through security. She explained to them that she was on a mission for S.T.A.R.S., and needed to catch the first possible flight to Rockfort Island. The two security guards glanced at eachother, and shrugged their shoulders. "We're sorry but we have no flights out to that area until next Friday" the one security guard said. Rebecca looked worried and panicked, "Well do you have any private jets that I can have bring me? I'll pay any cost." She took out three credit cards and showed them. "Okay, I guess that will do, but you'll hafta wait for a pilot to bring you." Rebecca glared at the security guards: "I need to leave NOW, and I wont take no for an answer. SO will you two fine gentlemen KINDLY escort me to the private jet area and possibly be nice enough to find me a pilot when we get there?" The guards motioned for her to follow them, so she did just that. They went down several lonely terminals, not a soul in sight. " This time of year is slow for travelin' " one of the guards explained, as if she cared. They reached a terminal for private jets, and the older looking guard radioed for one of the pilots to come to Terminal 20 for a private flying mission. "We'll send someone right away" answered the radio, and Rebecca smiled at both the men. A few minutes later, a middle aged Spanish looking man came up to Rebecca. "How are ya doin ma'am?" he asked. "Just fine thanks. Can you please take me to Rockfort Island?" The man smirked. "Sure, I was just on my way back there myself, let's go then." Rebecca nodded, and followed him into the loading bay of the terminal. She followed him up into the plane, waving goodbye to the two security guards that had been so kind. As the small jet set off into the brightly illuminated sky, Rebecca looked out of the window. The jet shone brightly with the moon, just like her Jeep had, except the moon made the Umbrella symbol on the side very obvious to passers by..
Thank you all who read my story and leave me happy mail (.I'm planning on writing some more for u very few loyal readers.
Chapter 3
The sky was still filled with bright stars, and only a few faint clouds surrounded the moon. The moon shone down brightly upon Rebecca's car as she drove very fast on the highway leading to the next town or city, which was unknown even to Rebecca. She checked her map, and New York City was the closest place around, so she zoomed faster in her Jeep. No one else was out on the road, Rebecca wasn't sure as to why, but didn't care all the same. She was nearing the city limits, and as she looked to her right, there was a police car pulled over. She decided to pull up next to it and see quickly what was going on here in New York City with the police officer, maybe get an escort into the town so she could be quicker. She stepped out of her car, leaving the engine on of course, and made her way over to his car. When she reached the driver's side window, she noticed all the windows were blocked. She tapped on the window, and as an oncoming car in the other lane zoomed by, the lights revealed quickly that the windows inside were covered in blood. Hands started to rush its way around the window, grabbing unsuccessfully at Rebecca. She was in luck because the doors to the police car were locked and whatever was inside couldn't get out. She ran back into her car, and sped off in a panic. As she made her way into the city, she noticed a few districts were completely without power, they were blacked out. She sighed, and made her way to the nearest shipping station, which was UPS. Luckily for her, it was open. She ran inside, and managed to catch the last truck leaving the station, so she paid a little extra money to rush deliver her stuff to California, and she got back into her car and left. Rebecca stopped into a convenience store to ask for directions to the nearest Airport. The man, who had been sweating heavily with worry for reasons unknown to her, directed her to the airport just a few miles away from where they were now. He said she could take whatever she wanted, and left very quickly out of the store. She could hear tires squealing out of the parking lot, and she took full advantage of what he said. She took three lighters and a few munchies and some drinks, stuffed them into her bag, and was on her way. She took the directions the worried man had given her, and arrived at JFK airport. She grabbed all of her stuff, but began to worry because they might confiscate her weapons. She luckily remembered her badge though, and decided she would tell them she was on a high security mission or something like that. She left her Jeep in the parking garage, and ran to the main airport. But first, she had to go through security. She explained to them that she was on a mission for S.T.A.R.S., and needed to catch the first possible flight to Rockfort Island. The two security guards glanced at eachother, and shrugged their shoulders. "We're sorry but we have no flights out to that area until next Friday" the one security guard said. Rebecca looked worried and panicked, "Well do you have any private jets that I can have bring me? I'll pay any cost." She took out three credit cards and showed them. "Okay, I guess that will do, but you'll hafta wait for a pilot to bring you." Rebecca glared at the security guards: "I need to leave NOW, and I wont take no for an answer. SO will you two fine gentlemen KINDLY escort me to the private jet area and possibly be nice enough to find me a pilot when we get there?" The guards motioned for her to follow them, so she did just that. They went down several lonely terminals, not a soul in sight. " This time of year is slow for travelin' " one of the guards explained, as if she cared. They reached a terminal for private jets, and the older looking guard radioed for one of the pilots to come to Terminal 20 for a private flying mission. "We'll send someone right away" answered the radio, and Rebecca smiled at both the men. A few minutes later, a middle aged Spanish looking man came up to Rebecca. "How are ya doin ma'am?" he asked. "Just fine thanks. Can you please take me to Rockfort Island?" The man smirked. "Sure, I was just on my way back there myself, let's go then." Rebecca nodded, and followed him into the loading bay of the terminal. She followed him up into the plane, waving goodbye to the two security guards that had been so kind. As the small jet set off into the brightly illuminated sky, Rebecca looked out of the window. The jet shone brightly with the moon, just like her Jeep had, except the moon made the Umbrella symbol on the side very obvious to passers by..