Chapter 12~ Men are from Mars
"This is just so typical!" Two pouted in the passenger seat.
"What?" One glanced at his brother, annoyed at the interruption of his concentration.
"Women!" sniffed Two "Whenever they see a fight, they run."
"And your point is?" You could tell by now One was really getting irritated.
"My point is it would be bad enough if she ran to the other side of town. But oh no, she can't settle for that. She has to go and lead us to flippin' Paris!" Two slammed his hand down on the dashboard causing One to momentarily loose control of the car. He narrowly avoided a collision with a taxi then regained control again.
"If you can't handle the fact that our work sometimes takes us abroad and you take it out on the car, then you can get out here and walk to Paris. Either way, you are going to get there with or without me and the car, alright?"
Two sat back in his seat, arms folded in annoyance and One returned to concentrating on driving.
Around half an hour later, they reached the airport but it was drawing near to half past six when they finally found a parking space.
The twins strode through the airport, their long silver coats billowing behind them as they went. They made their way to the check-in desk. The young woman behind the desk first looked upon the approaching twins with shock but that quickly ebbed away as she convinced herself they were dressed like they were for some kind of promotional event.
"Good evening sirs." The woman said politely "How may I help you?"
"We need to get on the 7 o clock flight to Paris" said One.
"You are just in time sirs" the woman said "May I see your tickets please?"
The twins looked at each other and telepathically decided on an excuse.
"We were told-"
"-we could buy them here."
The woman looked stunned by their shared speech but she continued on the thread she was on.
"I am sorry but you have to purchase them at the desk over there." She pointed to a large desk at the far side of the floor where a chubby man was sitting drinking from a flask.
Without another word the twins strode down to the other desk leaving the young woman staring blankly after them.
As they neared the desk they heard a shout behind them.
"Excuse me!"
The twins turned around to see a middle-aged woman wearing what could have passed as an over-flowery curtain pinned around her shoulders, running towards them dragging her husband in tow.
"What is it-"
"-you want?"
"Did I hear you correctly? Are you going on the 7 o clock flight to Paris?"
"We were hoping to" replied One.
The woman winked at them and fished inside her handbag which looked strangely like it used to be alive and running wild in Africa. From the depths of her bag she produced two plane tickets and pressed them into the twins' hands. The twins looked down at the tickets, back to the woman then stared at the tickets some more looking dumbfounded.
"My husband lost his passport so we can't use them" she explained.
"Oh, thank you" the twins replied, still looking in awe at their stoke of luck.
"No problem" she grabbed her husband by the wrist and hurried him away but as she was leaving the twins heard her lecturing her husband.
"You see dear, it is always you men that get everything wrong."
Two's mouth thinned and he reached inside his coat for his blade when One slapped his hand away.
"Don't kill the nice lady" he smirked.
"This is just so typical!" Two pouted in the passenger seat.
"What?" One glanced at his brother, annoyed at the interruption of his concentration.
"Women!" sniffed Two "Whenever they see a fight, they run."
"And your point is?" You could tell by now One was really getting irritated.
"My point is it would be bad enough if she ran to the other side of town. But oh no, she can't settle for that. She has to go and lead us to flippin' Paris!" Two slammed his hand down on the dashboard causing One to momentarily loose control of the car. He narrowly avoided a collision with a taxi then regained control again.
"If you can't handle the fact that our work sometimes takes us abroad and you take it out on the car, then you can get out here and walk to Paris. Either way, you are going to get there with or without me and the car, alright?"
Two sat back in his seat, arms folded in annoyance and One returned to concentrating on driving.
Around half an hour later, they reached the airport but it was drawing near to half past six when they finally found a parking space.
The twins strode through the airport, their long silver coats billowing behind them as they went. They made their way to the check-in desk. The young woman behind the desk first looked upon the approaching twins with shock but that quickly ebbed away as she convinced herself they were dressed like they were for some kind of promotional event.
"Good evening sirs." The woman said politely "How may I help you?"
"We need to get on the 7 o clock flight to Paris" said One.
"You are just in time sirs" the woman said "May I see your tickets please?"
The twins looked at each other and telepathically decided on an excuse.
"We were told-"
"-we could buy them here."
The woman looked stunned by their shared speech but she continued on the thread she was on.
"I am sorry but you have to purchase them at the desk over there." She pointed to a large desk at the far side of the floor where a chubby man was sitting drinking from a flask.
Without another word the twins strode down to the other desk leaving the young woman staring blankly after them.
As they neared the desk they heard a shout behind them.
"Excuse me!"
The twins turned around to see a middle-aged woman wearing what could have passed as an over-flowery curtain pinned around her shoulders, running towards them dragging her husband in tow.
"What is it-"
"-you want?"
"Did I hear you correctly? Are you going on the 7 o clock flight to Paris?"
"We were hoping to" replied One.
The woman winked at them and fished inside her handbag which looked strangely like it used to be alive and running wild in Africa. From the depths of her bag she produced two plane tickets and pressed them into the twins' hands. The twins looked down at the tickets, back to the woman then stared at the tickets some more looking dumbfounded.
"My husband lost his passport so we can't use them" she explained.
"Oh, thank you" the twins replied, still looking in awe at their stoke of luck.
"No problem" she grabbed her husband by the wrist and hurried him away but as she was leaving the twins heard her lecturing her husband.
"You see dear, it is always you men that get everything wrong."
Two's mouth thinned and he reached inside his coat for his blade when One slapped his hand away.
"Don't kill the nice lady" he smirked.