(a/n hi again. I hope this story gets more exciting soon but have to get
the preliminaries out of the way first. As usual I don't own any of the CA
characters; Mills, the Graf, and Ms. James are the only ones so far. Just
of note the Purepeche were the only native culture of Mexico not to be
conquered by the Aztecs. That was the history lesson for today :smile: )
Chapter 2
After check-in the angels went to the gate area. Natalie sat flipping though the latest issue of Cosmopolitan which the cover stated would teach her, which ten pairs of shoes would make her calves looks sexy, kissing techniques from all around the world and how to please a man without even trying. Alex flipped though the current issue of National Geographic which had a special article on the secrets of the Purepeche and Tzintzuntzan; and Dylan had Rolling Stone; she took her hair bunched it up underneath her Anaheim Angels baseball cap. Bosley had gone to the snack bar, bought a chili dog and was munching away and dripping on his copy of USA Today.
In the business class lounge overlooking the gate area stood Anthony silently smoking, a cigarette in his slender tapered fingers, smoke swirling about his head like a halo. He surveyed the situation below. Suddenly a glimmer of red caught his eye then was gone. He closed his eyes and reprimanded himself. He had to stop thinking about Dylan, the redheaded angel. For the past year she had haunted his dreams and now he was seeing her waiting for his flight. He wished he could be so lucky.
He found a seat and opened his laptop going over the information on the disk again. He was to take a bus the 110 from the airport to the U-bahn stop Ohlsdorf and then the U1 to Jungfernstieg. The bus! Thirteen plus hours in a sardine can of an aircraft and then a bus ride, but then he looked again the amount he was being paid and decided that it was worth it. It would also be his last job. This one would give him a comfortable way to go into an early retirement. He just hoped the Mills wouldn't do anything to screw it up. He hadn't an idea what exactly Mills' part in the plan was but he was sure it was just as important as his. Personally he didn't trust the little talkative man but he had no choice.
Boarding began with the business class passengers first. Anthony waited he wanted to be the last one on the plane. Fewer people who saw him the better. "Welcome to Lufthansa flight 345 non-stop service to Frankfurt. We will now begin boarding rows 57-50," announced the gate agent over the PA system.
"I'm running to the bathroom quick," said Dylan folding her magazine and sticking it onto her carry on bag. "Watch my bag, Nat."
"Sure," agreed Natalie. Then their row was called in the next set.
"Ever notice how no one can wait to board," complained Alex as they waited in the line that extended from the door of the aircraft up the jet way to the counter near the door where the agent ripped the tab off the passes. "It's like everyone thinks the plane will leave without them."
By the time Dylan finished up in the bathroom the gate area was empty. Although pushy the passengers had managed to board the plane quickly. She walked quickly back to the gate and caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of her eye. She turned and he was gone. "I must be hallucinating," she said to herself, "he is dead." She shakily she then joined the other Angels at their seats.
"Dylan, are you okay," asked Natalie.
Dylan nodded and took the aisle seat next to her friend. Alex turned around and looked. "You do look pale, like you've seen a ghost." Dylan gave a smiled and declared her okay status aloud.
Anthony boarded the plane and placed his laptop the overhead compartment, folded his blazer neatly and placed it on top. He looked at the old woman in the aisle seat. She was already dozing and her small lap dog yipped at him from under the seat in front. He reached out and tapped the woman on the shoulder. She jumped in surprise and he signaled to the window seat. "You should have boarded on time young man. I am not inconveniencing myself because you are late. Squeeze on through but don't disturb Baby."
Anthony glared at the old woman and forced his way into his seat trying not to touch her. "I should have woken her by pulling her hair," he thought to himself. He fastened his seat belt and tried to get comfortable but the woman next to him was taking over the small two seat row with her knitting. "Hold this," she said thrusting a ball of orange day-glo yarn in his direction. "I'm making booties for Baby." That he didn't need to know. The little Yorkie yapped. He took the yarn and shoved it in the pocket on the back of the seat and closed his eyes. It was going to be one hell of a flight.
Back in coach the angels were going over the case at hand. "I think we should do an analysis as soon as we get there on the handwriting and the notes in general," said Alex. "Have the servants give samples it could be one of them."
"But wouldn't that draw attention," asked Nat. "I was sure that Ms. James wanted to keep it quiet from her fiancé. Interviewing the staff is going to be hard enough."
"I say you girls just keep playing being old friends of Ms. James' and see what a servant says to slip up," said Bosley straightening out his airline blanket. "What do you think Dylan?"
Dylan sat staring playing with the medallion that she had torn from Anthony's neck at the Coal Bowl the year before. She could have sworn it was him she saw at the airport, of course she didn't get a good glimpse and LAX was one of the busiest airports in the US so there was bound to be someone who bore and resemblance to the dead assassin. Then she thought about THE KISS: That was how she always thought about it, in big capital letters. She always tried not to think about what happened after but sometimes the memories got the better of her.
"Dylan," said Nat shaking her gently.
She blinked twice and smiled, "Sorry I guess I was thinking about something else. Can you pass me a copy of the case file," she asked Alex. Alex held a manila folder over the back of her seat and Dylan took it. "Thanks."
She browsed quickly through the file and the notes, "Why do you think that the person who wrote these picked these ways to die?" Then she read out loud from the one note, "'what is your choice of his fate? Being thrown from a horse breaking his neck? Poison? Gunshot? Knife in his back? Sword in his chest? Since you are killing him you may choose the method of execution.' What do these mean to the author?"
"Good question but I haven't a clue," said Nat.
"Me either."
"Well don't look at me," said Bosley "You girls are the detectives I'm just along for the ride, and now I'm taking a nap." With that Bosley pulled down the blind of the small oval window.
Dylan peeked around the edge of the seat and saw that Alex was engrossed in the world news that was airing on the overhead monitor of the Airbus. "So Dylan, what is really bothering you," asked Natalie with concern.
"I don't know what you mean."
"I know we never talked about it but if you want to I'm here for you."
"Talk about what," asked Dylan truly perplexed.
"The night of the ME2 Premier."
"There wasn't anything to talk about. Madison was a bitch and Seamus a sadistic ass who got exactly what he deserved. Plus that was a year ago, water under the bridge."
"I was thinking more like Creepy Thin Man. Alex kind of mentioned what happened on the roof. We never brought it up because we though that.well we thought that if you wanted to you would."
Dylan swallowed by a lump in her throat and smiled, "He saved us and he died. That's all there was to it." "But the Medallion?"
"It's pretty. That's all," said Dylan. She would have loved to open up to her best friend but she was tired of being known as the one who always fell for the bad guys or weirdoes. They didn't mean any harm by it and it was kind of funny but sometimes it hurt especially since she would never know what could have been. All the talking in the world wouldn't bring him back from the dead. "So," said Dylan changing the subject, "hand me the in flight magazine, I want to see what the movie is."
All in all it was an uneventful flight but the worst Anthony had ever taken. He tried to watch the movie but the small rat like dog kept climbing on his lap. He wrote a note to his seat mate asking for the dog to be put away but she insisted on keeping it out. Even the flight attendant didn't do a thing except coo over "Baby."
He needed a cigarette badly so he fingered the hair in his pocket. He thought he had seen her twice today, once while up in the lounge and the young woman who boarded the plane before him. He was even so certain that it was her he ducked behind a pillar so as not to be seen. Then he felt stupid. Of all the flights in LAX what were the chances she would be on his and why? Did the Angels know about his mission? They couldn't he wasn't even sure of the whole mission, he had instructions to pick up the second disk at the front desk of the Renaissance Hotel where he would be staying, once he had that he would know the scope of what he had been hired to do.
He adjusted in his seat. "Young man cant you sit still for five minutes," whined the older woman next to him. He glared again but gave up knowing it had no effect on her what-so-ever. His chest ached as it sometimes did. Even after a year it wasn't fully better and sitting pressed tightly against the window wasn't helping it. He could only hope he wasn't next to her for the onward flight to Hamburg.
Chapter 2
After check-in the angels went to the gate area. Natalie sat flipping though the latest issue of Cosmopolitan which the cover stated would teach her, which ten pairs of shoes would make her calves looks sexy, kissing techniques from all around the world and how to please a man without even trying. Alex flipped though the current issue of National Geographic which had a special article on the secrets of the Purepeche and Tzintzuntzan; and Dylan had Rolling Stone; she took her hair bunched it up underneath her Anaheim Angels baseball cap. Bosley had gone to the snack bar, bought a chili dog and was munching away and dripping on his copy of USA Today.
In the business class lounge overlooking the gate area stood Anthony silently smoking, a cigarette in his slender tapered fingers, smoke swirling about his head like a halo. He surveyed the situation below. Suddenly a glimmer of red caught his eye then was gone. He closed his eyes and reprimanded himself. He had to stop thinking about Dylan, the redheaded angel. For the past year she had haunted his dreams and now he was seeing her waiting for his flight. He wished he could be so lucky.
He found a seat and opened his laptop going over the information on the disk again. He was to take a bus the 110 from the airport to the U-bahn stop Ohlsdorf and then the U1 to Jungfernstieg. The bus! Thirteen plus hours in a sardine can of an aircraft and then a bus ride, but then he looked again the amount he was being paid and decided that it was worth it. It would also be his last job. This one would give him a comfortable way to go into an early retirement. He just hoped the Mills wouldn't do anything to screw it up. He hadn't an idea what exactly Mills' part in the plan was but he was sure it was just as important as his. Personally he didn't trust the little talkative man but he had no choice.
Boarding began with the business class passengers first. Anthony waited he wanted to be the last one on the plane. Fewer people who saw him the better. "Welcome to Lufthansa flight 345 non-stop service to Frankfurt. We will now begin boarding rows 57-50," announced the gate agent over the PA system.
"I'm running to the bathroom quick," said Dylan folding her magazine and sticking it onto her carry on bag. "Watch my bag, Nat."
"Sure," agreed Natalie. Then their row was called in the next set.
"Ever notice how no one can wait to board," complained Alex as they waited in the line that extended from the door of the aircraft up the jet way to the counter near the door where the agent ripped the tab off the passes. "It's like everyone thinks the plane will leave without them."
By the time Dylan finished up in the bathroom the gate area was empty. Although pushy the passengers had managed to board the plane quickly. She walked quickly back to the gate and caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of her eye. She turned and he was gone. "I must be hallucinating," she said to herself, "he is dead." She shakily she then joined the other Angels at their seats.
"Dylan, are you okay," asked Natalie.
Dylan nodded and took the aisle seat next to her friend. Alex turned around and looked. "You do look pale, like you've seen a ghost." Dylan gave a smiled and declared her okay status aloud.
Anthony boarded the plane and placed his laptop the overhead compartment, folded his blazer neatly and placed it on top. He looked at the old woman in the aisle seat. She was already dozing and her small lap dog yipped at him from under the seat in front. He reached out and tapped the woman on the shoulder. She jumped in surprise and he signaled to the window seat. "You should have boarded on time young man. I am not inconveniencing myself because you are late. Squeeze on through but don't disturb Baby."
Anthony glared at the old woman and forced his way into his seat trying not to touch her. "I should have woken her by pulling her hair," he thought to himself. He fastened his seat belt and tried to get comfortable but the woman next to him was taking over the small two seat row with her knitting. "Hold this," she said thrusting a ball of orange day-glo yarn in his direction. "I'm making booties for Baby." That he didn't need to know. The little Yorkie yapped. He took the yarn and shoved it in the pocket on the back of the seat and closed his eyes. It was going to be one hell of a flight.
Back in coach the angels were going over the case at hand. "I think we should do an analysis as soon as we get there on the handwriting and the notes in general," said Alex. "Have the servants give samples it could be one of them."
"But wouldn't that draw attention," asked Nat. "I was sure that Ms. James wanted to keep it quiet from her fiancé. Interviewing the staff is going to be hard enough."
"I say you girls just keep playing being old friends of Ms. James' and see what a servant says to slip up," said Bosley straightening out his airline blanket. "What do you think Dylan?"
Dylan sat staring playing with the medallion that she had torn from Anthony's neck at the Coal Bowl the year before. She could have sworn it was him she saw at the airport, of course she didn't get a good glimpse and LAX was one of the busiest airports in the US so there was bound to be someone who bore and resemblance to the dead assassin. Then she thought about THE KISS: That was how she always thought about it, in big capital letters. She always tried not to think about what happened after but sometimes the memories got the better of her.
"Dylan," said Nat shaking her gently.
She blinked twice and smiled, "Sorry I guess I was thinking about something else. Can you pass me a copy of the case file," she asked Alex. Alex held a manila folder over the back of her seat and Dylan took it. "Thanks."
She browsed quickly through the file and the notes, "Why do you think that the person who wrote these picked these ways to die?" Then she read out loud from the one note, "'what is your choice of his fate? Being thrown from a horse breaking his neck? Poison? Gunshot? Knife in his back? Sword in his chest? Since you are killing him you may choose the method of execution.' What do these mean to the author?"
"Good question but I haven't a clue," said Nat.
"Me either."
"Well don't look at me," said Bosley "You girls are the detectives I'm just along for the ride, and now I'm taking a nap." With that Bosley pulled down the blind of the small oval window.
Dylan peeked around the edge of the seat and saw that Alex was engrossed in the world news that was airing on the overhead monitor of the Airbus. "So Dylan, what is really bothering you," asked Natalie with concern.
"I don't know what you mean."
"I know we never talked about it but if you want to I'm here for you."
"Talk about what," asked Dylan truly perplexed.
"The night of the ME2 Premier."
"There wasn't anything to talk about. Madison was a bitch and Seamus a sadistic ass who got exactly what he deserved. Plus that was a year ago, water under the bridge."
"I was thinking more like Creepy Thin Man. Alex kind of mentioned what happened on the roof. We never brought it up because we though that.well we thought that if you wanted to you would."
Dylan swallowed by a lump in her throat and smiled, "He saved us and he died. That's all there was to it." "But the Medallion?"
"It's pretty. That's all," said Dylan. She would have loved to open up to her best friend but she was tired of being known as the one who always fell for the bad guys or weirdoes. They didn't mean any harm by it and it was kind of funny but sometimes it hurt especially since she would never know what could have been. All the talking in the world wouldn't bring him back from the dead. "So," said Dylan changing the subject, "hand me the in flight magazine, I want to see what the movie is."
All in all it was an uneventful flight but the worst Anthony had ever taken. He tried to watch the movie but the small rat like dog kept climbing on his lap. He wrote a note to his seat mate asking for the dog to be put away but she insisted on keeping it out. Even the flight attendant didn't do a thing except coo over "Baby."
He needed a cigarette badly so he fingered the hair in his pocket. He thought he had seen her twice today, once while up in the lounge and the young woman who boarded the plane before him. He was even so certain that it was her he ducked behind a pillar so as not to be seen. Then he felt stupid. Of all the flights in LAX what were the chances she would be on his and why? Did the Angels know about his mission? They couldn't he wasn't even sure of the whole mission, he had instructions to pick up the second disk at the front desk of the Renaissance Hotel where he would be staying, once he had that he would know the scope of what he had been hired to do.
He adjusted in his seat. "Young man cant you sit still for five minutes," whined the older woman next to him. He glared again but gave up knowing it had no effect on her what-so-ever. His chest ached as it sometimes did. Even after a year it wasn't fully better and sitting pressed tightly against the window wasn't helping it. He could only hope he wasn't next to her for the onward flight to Hamburg.