(There is a note at the end about where to find more of this story, which
is now under Eli's control.)
More story for the faithful reviewers. And more story for those who don't review at all, I guess.
But I'm not really updating for those who don't review...since I'm not even aware that they read this story. However, if you do review, I will know, and therefore, you will exist in my world. So think to yourself...
"I review, therefore I am."
What did I just say?
Beats the hell out of me.
Here's some story to confuse you further.
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Chapter XVIII
Sara pushed the wheel chair (in which a very unhappy Ian sat), towards the long line of people waiting to get through the metal detector. She looked down at Ian, who was sitting back in the wheelchair, looking rather uncomfortable. The wheelchair attracted attention, and Ian was not one who appreciated attention.
It was not easy to stalk through the shadows when he was in a wheelchair. And *wheeling* through the shadows was not all that intimidating...or stealthy, for that matter.
"Sara, I am quite sure that this is a plan doomed from the beginning," Ian assured her.
"Will you shut-up?" muttered Sara.
"A paper clip will set one of these metal detectors off. What do you suppose a Glock and sword will do?" inquired Ian, fiercely but quietly.
"Just shhhhhhh," Sara commanded.
Xeire followed the two with Kenni, hoping this plan would work. Gabe had assured her that all she needed to do was be herself.
In order to pull off this plan, Xeire had to convince the airport personnel that she was insane. Sara was supposed to be the person transporting Xeire and Ian to a clinic in L.A.
Xeire found exactly 27 flaws in this plan, but it was less flawed than all the other plans. The plan with the least flaws involved Xeire and Ian flying to L.A. on the wing of the plane. Detective Pezzini had protested against this idea, and so, they complied. However, Xeire would have gladly ridden on the wing...much more legroom...
As Gabe approached the metal detector, he pulled off his hood. Ian pointed out that the security guards would insist upon seeing his face. They decided it would be safe just to say the two were identical twins. No one would know what they really were. And if by some strange happenchance someone was able to deduce the real situation...
...that person would quickly find themselves locked in a storage closet without clothes.
If Ian had his way, that unlucky person's situation would be far worse.
Ian, at the moment, was doing his best to keep from bolting from the chair and running off screaming. He did not like crowds...he did not like being in wheelchairs. Ian did not like being incapacitated at all, and the fact that Lady Sara was the one pushing the wheelchair made him feel all the worse.
They approached the security guards, and Ian tensed. He was fairly sure this would not work. And if it did work...he would be sure to inform the airline of their security issues. *If* he got out of this fiasco alive. Ian decided to think of something else, and focused on the security guards. They were having a heated argument about something...perhaps about the metal detectors?...
There were two people in line in front of them waiting to have their boarding passes checked, and a good seven or eight ahead of them for the metal detector.
Ian looked over at the security guards as Sara dealt with the boarding passes. Watching the security run the wand over people, look through the carry-on luggage, and monitor the metal detector, Ian began to think. It looked like some odd sort of commencement ritual, if you thought about it too much...
"He's pretty calm," noted the woman checking passes and the work orders.
"Well, if you were on the medication he's on, you'd be pretty calm too," Sara said with a smile.
The woman chuckled, and handed her back the boarding pass.
"Have a nice flight, Miss,"
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James Iglaseio and Bob (no, he doesn't have a last name) stood in the area just past the metal detector, before the terminal opened up into the wide hallway. Their jobs were to look intimidating.
Well...that's not what it said in their contract, but it was the main gist of it. To stop anyone who tried to bypass security. Surprisingly few people even attempted it.
"Hey Bob...did the metal detector just move?" Jim inquired, squinting and trying to get a better angle to look from.
"Jim...what have I told you about drinking when you're on shift?"
"I didn't! Well...just a bit..."
"You'd better take another break and get a whole shit-load of mints and coffee before the shift manager comes back."
"I'm not *that* drunk. I swear it moved this time, man."
"Jim, you need to..."
Bob stopped speaking and tilted his head, listening. There was the sound of creaking and tearing, and suddenly lights began to flash erratically at the checkpoint.
Screams erupted as the metal detector tore its metal legs from the carpeted floor and began to charge at people. The travelers scattered, avoiding the large metal legs of the detectors as it tried to crush them.
While the people around them fled, Sara, Ian, Xeire, Kenni and the Gabriels just stood there, watching them run off. Soon, the security check was empty, all the personnel and travelers having been chased out into the lobby.
"That was interesting," Xeire said indifferently. She grabbed her bag and walked towards their concourse, whistling.
Sara and the Gabriels were a bit more reluctant to follow.
"Did the..." Gabe started.
"Yeah," Sara replied. Gabriel said nothing, only blinked in response.
"May I get out of this chair now, Sara?" Ian inquired hopefully.
"No."
Ian turned in the chair so he could look at her. Sara knew what was coming.
"Okay, okay...just no more kicked puppy eyes!"
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Xeire settled herself in the aisle seat of on of the First class rows. Ian had bought all the seats except for four, which had already been purchased. There were two seats per row in the First Class cabin, and six rows. Not a whole lot of room to spread out.
Those four passengers were already seated, and would hopefully be oblivious to their other six neighbors. It was going to be a fun ride. Then again, maybe *fun* wasn't the right word...
Xeire slumped back in her seat and sighed. The task ahead of her was going to be difficult. She was not sure where Cole was going to be taken. They wouldn't bring him back to the Pentagon...they knew from prior experience that she could easily bypass the security there.
She looked down to the simple silver band on her ring finger. She would get him back...
"I wanna sit by the window!" an enthusiastic voice announced. Xeire looked up to see Kenni entering with Ian, and the others following behind him. If the child sat next to her, it was likely she would bind him and gag him.
"How about this seat?" Ian said, picking row across from Xeire.
"'Vill you be sitting here too?" Kenni asked.
"Do you want me to?"
Kenni nodded enthusiastically.
"Then I will."
Kenni smiled, and moved into the row, exclaiming over how comfy the seats were.
Gabriel and Gabe sat next to each other, and Sara was left to either sit on her own, or next to Xeire. She chose to sit by herself.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We should be taking off soon, once the engineers manage to reattach the wing with duct tape..."
"Hey, give me that!"
"No, I'm the captain, it's mine!"
"You're scaring the passengers!"
"They like it!"
"No, they don't!"
After a few more moments and sounds of struggle, an new voice came over the intercom.
"Hello folks...you co-pilot speaking...we should be taking off soon. You'll be happy to know that I will be the one flying the plane this afternoon..."
Xeire sighed and closed her eyes. It was going to be a long flight.
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A/N:
I really didn't edit this chapter. I wrote it and posted it here. So, if you see some major goof-ups, ignore them, or inform me of them.
In fact, I barely read this chapter! So...comment, and tell me all about it!!!
Now, about where the find the continuation of this story. The lyrical Eli, whom we all know and love, has graciously accepted my proposal that she continue "Little Hope of Escape", since I have very little time to eat anymore, let alone write anything coherent. (Wait...that implies that this story has been coherent, doesn't it?...)
Anyway, you will be able to find it, if you...
- Go to ezboard (.com, that is), search for 'Connections', find Witchblade Connections, and *poof*, you're there.
Sorry to do the complicated directions, but I can't post a link here, FF.com is being evil to me.
I hope you continue to read and review LHE, even though it has been moved to a different forum. As you all know, Eli's writing is wonderful and hilarious, so you'd better review it, or I'll be sending the metal detectors after you. Muahahaha.
Love ya'll, sorry I disappeared, and I apologize for disappearing once again. (You will also be able to find "Quoth the Raven" and "Summer Camp from Hell" over on Connection.)
With that, I bid thee all a good night. *bows*
More story for the faithful reviewers. And more story for those who don't review at all, I guess.
But I'm not really updating for those who don't review...since I'm not even aware that they read this story. However, if you do review, I will know, and therefore, you will exist in my world. So think to yourself...
"I review, therefore I am."
What did I just say?
Beats the hell out of me.
Here's some story to confuse you further.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter XVIII
Sara pushed the wheel chair (in which a very unhappy Ian sat), towards the long line of people waiting to get through the metal detector. She looked down at Ian, who was sitting back in the wheelchair, looking rather uncomfortable. The wheelchair attracted attention, and Ian was not one who appreciated attention.
It was not easy to stalk through the shadows when he was in a wheelchair. And *wheeling* through the shadows was not all that intimidating...or stealthy, for that matter.
"Sara, I am quite sure that this is a plan doomed from the beginning," Ian assured her.
"Will you shut-up?" muttered Sara.
"A paper clip will set one of these metal detectors off. What do you suppose a Glock and sword will do?" inquired Ian, fiercely but quietly.
"Just shhhhhhh," Sara commanded.
Xeire followed the two with Kenni, hoping this plan would work. Gabe had assured her that all she needed to do was be herself.
In order to pull off this plan, Xeire had to convince the airport personnel that she was insane. Sara was supposed to be the person transporting Xeire and Ian to a clinic in L.A.
Xeire found exactly 27 flaws in this plan, but it was less flawed than all the other plans. The plan with the least flaws involved Xeire and Ian flying to L.A. on the wing of the plane. Detective Pezzini had protested against this idea, and so, they complied. However, Xeire would have gladly ridden on the wing...much more legroom...
As Gabe approached the metal detector, he pulled off his hood. Ian pointed out that the security guards would insist upon seeing his face. They decided it would be safe just to say the two were identical twins. No one would know what they really were. And if by some strange happenchance someone was able to deduce the real situation...
...that person would quickly find themselves locked in a storage closet without clothes.
If Ian had his way, that unlucky person's situation would be far worse.
Ian, at the moment, was doing his best to keep from bolting from the chair and running off screaming. He did not like crowds...he did not like being in wheelchairs. Ian did not like being incapacitated at all, and the fact that Lady Sara was the one pushing the wheelchair made him feel all the worse.
They approached the security guards, and Ian tensed. He was fairly sure this would not work. And if it did work...he would be sure to inform the airline of their security issues. *If* he got out of this fiasco alive. Ian decided to think of something else, and focused on the security guards. They were having a heated argument about something...perhaps about the metal detectors?...
There were two people in line in front of them waiting to have their boarding passes checked, and a good seven or eight ahead of them for the metal detector.
Ian looked over at the security guards as Sara dealt with the boarding passes. Watching the security run the wand over people, look through the carry-on luggage, and monitor the metal detector, Ian began to think. It looked like some odd sort of commencement ritual, if you thought about it too much...
"He's pretty calm," noted the woman checking passes and the work orders.
"Well, if you were on the medication he's on, you'd be pretty calm too," Sara said with a smile.
The woman chuckled, and handed her back the boarding pass.
"Have a nice flight, Miss,"
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James Iglaseio and Bob (no, he doesn't have a last name) stood in the area just past the metal detector, before the terminal opened up into the wide hallway. Their jobs were to look intimidating.
Well...that's not what it said in their contract, but it was the main gist of it. To stop anyone who tried to bypass security. Surprisingly few people even attempted it.
"Hey Bob...did the metal detector just move?" Jim inquired, squinting and trying to get a better angle to look from.
"Jim...what have I told you about drinking when you're on shift?"
"I didn't! Well...just a bit..."
"You'd better take another break and get a whole shit-load of mints and coffee before the shift manager comes back."
"I'm not *that* drunk. I swear it moved this time, man."
"Jim, you need to..."
Bob stopped speaking and tilted his head, listening. There was the sound of creaking and tearing, and suddenly lights began to flash erratically at the checkpoint.
Screams erupted as the metal detector tore its metal legs from the carpeted floor and began to charge at people. The travelers scattered, avoiding the large metal legs of the detectors as it tried to crush them.
While the people around them fled, Sara, Ian, Xeire, Kenni and the Gabriels just stood there, watching them run off. Soon, the security check was empty, all the personnel and travelers having been chased out into the lobby.
"That was interesting," Xeire said indifferently. She grabbed her bag and walked towards their concourse, whistling.
Sara and the Gabriels were a bit more reluctant to follow.
"Did the..." Gabe started.
"Yeah," Sara replied. Gabriel said nothing, only blinked in response.
"May I get out of this chair now, Sara?" Ian inquired hopefully.
"No."
Ian turned in the chair so he could look at her. Sara knew what was coming.
"Okay, okay...just no more kicked puppy eyes!"
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Xeire settled herself in the aisle seat of on of the First class rows. Ian had bought all the seats except for four, which had already been purchased. There were two seats per row in the First Class cabin, and six rows. Not a whole lot of room to spread out.
Those four passengers were already seated, and would hopefully be oblivious to their other six neighbors. It was going to be a fun ride. Then again, maybe *fun* wasn't the right word...
Xeire slumped back in her seat and sighed. The task ahead of her was going to be difficult. She was not sure where Cole was going to be taken. They wouldn't bring him back to the Pentagon...they knew from prior experience that she could easily bypass the security there.
She looked down to the simple silver band on her ring finger. She would get him back...
"I wanna sit by the window!" an enthusiastic voice announced. Xeire looked up to see Kenni entering with Ian, and the others following behind him. If the child sat next to her, it was likely she would bind him and gag him.
"How about this seat?" Ian said, picking row across from Xeire.
"'Vill you be sitting here too?" Kenni asked.
"Do you want me to?"
Kenni nodded enthusiastically.
"Then I will."
Kenni smiled, and moved into the row, exclaiming over how comfy the seats were.
Gabriel and Gabe sat next to each other, and Sara was left to either sit on her own, or next to Xeire. She chose to sit by herself.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We should be taking off soon, once the engineers manage to reattach the wing with duct tape..."
"Hey, give me that!"
"No, I'm the captain, it's mine!"
"You're scaring the passengers!"
"They like it!"
"No, they don't!"
After a few more moments and sounds of struggle, an new voice came over the intercom.
"Hello folks...you co-pilot speaking...we should be taking off soon. You'll be happy to know that I will be the one flying the plane this afternoon..."
Xeire sighed and closed her eyes. It was going to be a long flight.
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A/N:
I really didn't edit this chapter. I wrote it and posted it here. So, if you see some major goof-ups, ignore them, or inform me of them.
In fact, I barely read this chapter! So...comment, and tell me all about it!!!
Now, about where the find the continuation of this story. The lyrical Eli, whom we all know and love, has graciously accepted my proposal that she continue "Little Hope of Escape", since I have very little time to eat anymore, let alone write anything coherent. (Wait...that implies that this story has been coherent, doesn't it?...)
Anyway, you will be able to find it, if you...
- Go to ezboard (.com, that is), search for 'Connections', find Witchblade Connections, and *poof*, you're there.
Sorry to do the complicated directions, but I can't post a link here, FF.com is being evil to me.
I hope you continue to read and review LHE, even though it has been moved to a different forum. As you all know, Eli's writing is wonderful and hilarious, so you'd better review it, or I'll be sending the metal detectors after you. Muahahaha.
Love ya'll, sorry I disappeared, and I apologize for disappearing once again. (You will also be able to find "Quoth the Raven" and "Summer Camp from Hell" over on Connection.)
With that, I bid thee all a good night. *bows*
