O'Mally and Rebecca walked, hand in hand, along the winding streets of Cape Suzette. O'Mally had promised to stick around for a couple months instead of touring with Scatcat and the band. He loved his job, but he loved someone even more. Like always, they went out for dinner and a walk in the city park. They called it their usual routine.
"So, now where are we going?" Rebecca asked, noticing O'Malley was leading her to a part of the city she didn't know very well.
O'Malley grinned. "I told you, you'll see when we get there, Reebecca."
They walked up to an old brick building that had a blinking neon sign.
"Thomas, this is one of the clubs you play at," Rebecca said, putting her hand on her hip. "I thought it was closed tonight."
"It is for everyone else, but not us tonight." His grin grew even wider as he opened the door for his companion. "Wait here."
"Why?"
"Just wait."
O'Mally ran off down the hall and into the main room of the club. He was gone for a minute then reappeared.
"You can come in, Reebecca."
"Thomas, what in the world is going on?" she asked as O'Malley pulled her inside. It was dark and only one spotlight was shining on the entrance. Then a light suddenly came on at the other end of the large room. O'Mally jumped up on stage and grabbed a microphone. Scatcat's band was behind him, in anticipation to play.
"What is this?" Rebecca asked, with a jolted smile
"This, Ms. Reebecca Cunningham, is…" He signed the band to begin playing. Rebecca watched in awe as O'Mally sang "Forever My Love" to her. After they finished, O'Malley jumped from the stage. Rebecca nearly knocked him over with an embrace.
"Thomas, that was beautiful."
"Thanks Beck, but it's not over." He reached in his pocket, pulling out a ring. He knelt to one knee. Rebecca gasped, a hand flying to her cheek. "Reebecca, I've known you for some time now. I was stupid when I chose my career over you. When I lost ya, I felt like I'd lost a part of myself. Now, I'm not making the mistake a second time. So, Reebecca, will ya please be my wife?"
Rebecca didn't know what to say. She loved O'Malley dearly. Though he could never replace Lucas, O'Malley was the only other man she'd pick to spend the rest of her life with. She stood there with tears in her eyes and heart beating wildly.
"Thomas, I can't imagine being with anyone else."
"Ya mean it?"
"Yes."
O'Mally jumped up with an excited whoop, and picked up Rebecca twirling her about.
"Baby, you're never gonna regret it."
With that, he slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her deeply.
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Rain fell on New Fedora as Kit unloaded the cargo from the SeaDuck. He was already soaked and getting wetter when he finished unloading. He dashed to the shelter of a pilot's bar near the airfield. He took off his drenched overcoat at the door then sat down at the bar.
"What will it be, mac?" the bartender asked.
"Do you have a soda?"
"I only serve beer."
Kit sighed. He hated going to these dingy kind of places. "Well, I don't drink."
"What do you expect from a bar? I got coffee in the back."
"That'll be fine."
A man sitting a couple stools away from Kit glanced over at him. After a few times too many, Kit took notice of the attention he was receiving from the man in the brown trench coat and glasses.
"Do you have a problem, sir?"
"No, no" the man answered, shaking his head. "I was just wondering…are you Kit Cloudkicker?"
"Yes, why?" This was becoming rather strange. "Do you know me?"
"Actually, I do." The leopard scooted next to Kit. "Colin Norris." He put out his hand. Kit stared at him then shook his hand.
"How do you know me?"
"Well, it's been over twenty years since I lasted saw you, but I knew your mother, Sabrina Golden."
"You knew my mother?"
"I was her handler at the Usland Intelligence Agency."
Kit regarded the man suspiously. How did this man know that he was Sabrina Golden's son? "My mother never worked for an intelligence agency. She was a freelance activist."
Norris snorted. "Freelance? Boy, you heard a lie. I recruited Sabrina myself when she was a girl, fresh out of high school. Being the daughter of a well-known Anglo-Sax thief, she was a sneaky one for uncovering conspiracies."
Kit stared at the man in confusion. There were many facts he'd heard about his mother, but this was not one of them. "But she worked for free to inform the citizens of Tropicana know that they'd been wronged by the government."
"That was all just a cover up. Sabrina was paid for every conspiracy she under covered. Enough of the past," Norris waved his hand as if the past was an irritating fly. "I want to offer you the same job your mom had."
"Why?"
"Because, you're Sabrina's son. You're bound to be like her. You already have a record of being an air pirate."
Kit stood in defense, eyebrows knitted together in anger. "How did you know…"
Norris raised a hand to his chest. "You have to remember who I work for, Kit. Digging into things I shouldn't is the job description. Here." He handed Kit a business card. "Call me if you're interested."
Kit, in a daze, accepted the card. The man was gone before he even finished reading it.
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Writer note: I'm sorry this chapter was so short! It was suppose to be longer, but I haven't gotten to writing the next part, so bah...bare with me.
"So, now where are we going?" Rebecca asked, noticing O'Malley was leading her to a part of the city she didn't know very well.
O'Malley grinned. "I told you, you'll see when we get there, Reebecca."
They walked up to an old brick building that had a blinking neon sign.
"Thomas, this is one of the clubs you play at," Rebecca said, putting her hand on her hip. "I thought it was closed tonight."
"It is for everyone else, but not us tonight." His grin grew even wider as he opened the door for his companion. "Wait here."
"Why?"
"Just wait."
O'Mally ran off down the hall and into the main room of the club. He was gone for a minute then reappeared.
"You can come in, Reebecca."
"Thomas, what in the world is going on?" she asked as O'Malley pulled her inside. It was dark and only one spotlight was shining on the entrance. Then a light suddenly came on at the other end of the large room. O'Mally jumped up on stage and grabbed a microphone. Scatcat's band was behind him, in anticipation to play.
"What is this?" Rebecca asked, with a jolted smile
"This, Ms. Reebecca Cunningham, is…" He signed the band to begin playing. Rebecca watched in awe as O'Mally sang "Forever My Love" to her. After they finished, O'Malley jumped from the stage. Rebecca nearly knocked him over with an embrace.
"Thomas, that was beautiful."
"Thanks Beck, but it's not over." He reached in his pocket, pulling out a ring. He knelt to one knee. Rebecca gasped, a hand flying to her cheek. "Reebecca, I've known you for some time now. I was stupid when I chose my career over you. When I lost ya, I felt like I'd lost a part of myself. Now, I'm not making the mistake a second time. So, Reebecca, will ya please be my wife?"
Rebecca didn't know what to say. She loved O'Malley dearly. Though he could never replace Lucas, O'Malley was the only other man she'd pick to spend the rest of her life with. She stood there with tears in her eyes and heart beating wildly.
"Thomas, I can't imagine being with anyone else."
"Ya mean it?"
"Yes."
O'Mally jumped up with an excited whoop, and picked up Rebecca twirling her about.
"Baby, you're never gonna regret it."
With that, he slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her deeply.
* * *
Rain fell on New Fedora as Kit unloaded the cargo from the SeaDuck. He was already soaked and getting wetter when he finished unloading. He dashed to the shelter of a pilot's bar near the airfield. He took off his drenched overcoat at the door then sat down at the bar.
"What will it be, mac?" the bartender asked.
"Do you have a soda?"
"I only serve beer."
Kit sighed. He hated going to these dingy kind of places. "Well, I don't drink."
"What do you expect from a bar? I got coffee in the back."
"That'll be fine."
A man sitting a couple stools away from Kit glanced over at him. After a few times too many, Kit took notice of the attention he was receiving from the man in the brown trench coat and glasses.
"Do you have a problem, sir?"
"No, no" the man answered, shaking his head. "I was just wondering…are you Kit Cloudkicker?"
"Yes, why?" This was becoming rather strange. "Do you know me?"
"Actually, I do." The leopard scooted next to Kit. "Colin Norris." He put out his hand. Kit stared at him then shook his hand.
"How do you know me?"
"Well, it's been over twenty years since I lasted saw you, but I knew your mother, Sabrina Golden."
"You knew my mother?"
"I was her handler at the Usland Intelligence Agency."
Kit regarded the man suspiously. How did this man know that he was Sabrina Golden's son? "My mother never worked for an intelligence agency. She was a freelance activist."
Norris snorted. "Freelance? Boy, you heard a lie. I recruited Sabrina myself when she was a girl, fresh out of high school. Being the daughter of a well-known Anglo-Sax thief, she was a sneaky one for uncovering conspiracies."
Kit stared at the man in confusion. There were many facts he'd heard about his mother, but this was not one of them. "But she worked for free to inform the citizens of Tropicana know that they'd been wronged by the government."
"That was all just a cover up. Sabrina was paid for every conspiracy she under covered. Enough of the past," Norris waved his hand as if the past was an irritating fly. "I want to offer you the same job your mom had."
"Why?"
"Because, you're Sabrina's son. You're bound to be like her. You already have a record of being an air pirate."
Kit stood in defense, eyebrows knitted together in anger. "How did you know…"
Norris raised a hand to his chest. "You have to remember who I work for, Kit. Digging into things I shouldn't is the job description. Here." He handed Kit a business card. "Call me if you're interested."
Kit, in a daze, accepted the card. The man was gone before he even finished reading it.
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Writer note: I'm sorry this chapter was so short! It was suppose to be longer, but I haven't gotten to writing the next part, so bah...bare with me.