A/N: Sorry that I uploaded chapter 5 twice: accidental, of course!
"What?" Zenon asked, a dull thud in her stomach. "You heard me!" Nebula said. "They're coming for you; I heard it a few minutes ago, and was about to call! Zenon, you gotta get out of there, fast!"
"Vega omega, how'd they find me?" Zenon asked. "I don't know; I think there's a rat up in the Spay-Stay: all I know is you have to go!"
"Do you know how far away they are?" Zenon quizzed her. "From what I gathered, less than two hours away from the school. They're super close to you," Nebula informed her.
"What else did you hear?" Zenon queried. "Um, I don't know...something about two other girls knowing too much, I think their names were...Tatiana and Yvette, or something like that," Nebula answered.
"Tasha and Yvonne?" Zenon asked, feeling sick. "Yeah, that's it!" Nebula confirmed Zenon's fears. "Thanks, Neb. I'm going now," Zenon said.
"Okay. Be careful," Nebula said. "No fear," Zenon answered, and logged off, and turned to her friends. Both looked pale.
"You heard?" Zenon asked. They both nodded. They all entered Zenon and Yvonne's room, where they locked the doors, and pulled the curtains over the windows.
"We have to get out of here, obviously," Zenon said slowly, "only I didn't think I'd have to ask for a favor this early in the game. There's no way I can get us a ride out of here. If what Neb said was true, then we have little less than an hour now to get to safety."
"No problem," Tasha said. "My parents are constantly keeping an eye on me. My dad can pull some strings." "So call him!" Yvonne squeaked, throwing her video phone to her.
Tasha quickly dialed the number, and they waited, tense with anxiety. A middle-aged man came on. "Hi, sweetheart!" he said heartily. "Pehea oe?" "Pay-hay-ah oy?" Yvonne and Zenon repeated. Tasha glanced up. "Hawaiian for 'how are you?'," she explained. "Listen, Daddy, I'm fine currently, and you know I wouldn't call you except for an emergency..."
Already the man's face was clouding up with concern. "What? Are you all right?" "Well, I met a girl from the Spay-Stay, you know, the home up in space?" Tasha explained. "Well, she and her family are in mortal danger, and as a result, me and another girl are as well, because we know about the bad guys' plot. There's gonna be some big pilikia, so could you send a jet or something to pick us up in less than an hour?"
"You got it," he replied, walking down a hallway. "I'll send you my finest jet to the nearest airport. Can you get there?"
"Yeah," Tasha replied. "Could you make sure there's some poi? I haven't had some in the longest time!"
The man laughed. "Hungry in the face of danger! Yeah, sure, hon, there'll be poi." "Great, thanks Daddy!" Tasha smiled, and turned it off.
"Two questions," Yvonne began. "One, what the heck is pilikia and poi, and two, how are we supposed to get to the airport without being seen trying to leave campus?"
"Pilikia is Hawaiian for trouble, and poi is a bland substance, sort of like guacamole dip, only without the taste. I'm hoping Zenon will help us get off campus," Tasha replied, looking towards Zenon.
"There's always somebody near the door," Zenon mused, pacing the floor. "If we can get out the windows without them seeing us, I figure we'll be home free. From there, we can hopefully get to the airport fast. I know the way," Zenon said.
"Okay, so our first step is to get some essential items, like perfume and make-up," Yvonne said, throwing compacts, lipstick, and Estee Lauder bottles into her backpack after emptying out the schoolbooks.
All three quickly gathered their "necessities" and it took all three of them to lift the window a few inches.
"Can you guys squeeze through?" Zenon asked the two. They replied in the affirmative, so Zenon took a deep breath, and dumped their backpacks to the ground, wincing as they landed with a loud thudding sound. Luckily, no one heard.
So, Zenon squeezed through, and dropped softly like a cat, and picked up her backpack, and slipped it on her shoulders. "Hurry!" she hissed. "We have about half an hour!" Tasha fell to the ground less delicately, with a grunted "Oof!" It took Yvonne a while longer, but they eventually were all through.
"Let's go!" Zenon said tersely. "We're running out of time!" They escaped the campus-just barely-and ran down the sidewalks, avoiding cars and nasty joggers who despised seeing schoolgirls in the afternoon.
About fifteen minutes later, Yvonne peered through her sweaty bangs and pointed with relief. "Look! There it is!" she cried. The girls quickened their pace, even though they were already exhausted. Just then, Zenon's vid. phone chose to beep.
Zenon grabbed it and turned it on. "Hello?" she panted. "Hey, Z-here's something that should help you avoid them," Nebula said. "I overheard them again: they're in a black Chevrolet. There are about three of them." "Thanks, Neb," Zenon said wearily. "We're really close to the airport, and I'm losing breath, so I have to go." "Okay, bye!" Nebula chirruped, and signed off.
Zenon bent her head down and kept going.
FINALLY AT THE AIRPORT...
"Which gate?" Yvonne moaned as they stood at gates A, B, C, and D. "Daddy always sends his jets to D," Tasha said. "Are you sure?" Zenon asked.
"Positive," Tasha answered. "D for danger." So, they took gate D, passing through the scans and retinal checks and such. They finally reached gate D, and Tasha squealed with excitement, clapping her hands. "Daddy sent the Redbird!" she said.
"That's awesome," Zenon breathed, looking about at the humongo jet. "Z, Tash," Yvonne said nervously. "There are three guys back at the gates, and they don't look like they're going on a vacation."
Zenon risked a look back, and caught her breath as she had eye contact with one. He slowly pointed at her. "Let's go!" Zenon shouted, and they dashed for the Redbird as the three suits tried to follow, but were stopped by the security checks.
The girls clambered up the steps, and into the private jet. The door closed slowly, too slowly for comfort. They buckled themselves in on a velvety smooth sofa, and prepared for take-off.
"Oh, please take off soon," Yvonne whimpered. "I haven't even met my parents yet, I'm too young to die!"
Seconds later, they were airborne, and Zenon looked behind to see with satisfaction that the three assassins were left at the airport.
Yvonne practically melted with relief. It was only then that they actually looked around to view their surroundings. It was the fanciest jet Zenon and Yvonne had ever seen. It had an old-fashioned, wide-screen television, a refrigerator, and several other comforts. Tasha dashed for the fridge and looked through drawers and shelves until she found what she was looking for.
"Aha!" she proclaimed, and brought out a white bowl filled with a purplish substance. Yvonne and Zenon blanched.
Tasha dipped her fingers into the bowl and then licked them clean, doing so with relish. "Ooh," she moaned. "Poi is so good!" "That is poi?" Zenon asked dubiously.
Tasha nodded, and held out the bowl. "Try some! It's really good!" she encouraged them. Hesitantly, Yvonne stuck a finger inside the bowl and tentatively sniffed it. "It has no smell," she said. "Oh, just try it!" Tasha said.
Yvonne took a deep breath, and licked her finger. "It's very bland," she admitted. Both girls seemed to like it immensely. Tasha beamed, and headed to the cockpit.
"James," she said. "Hello, Ms. Blake," James replied. "Where's our destination?" Tasha queried. James smiled at Tasha's baited breath.
"Where do you think we would send you besides the Hawaiian islands?" he asked. Tasha squealed and jumped up and down with glee. "You're kidding!" she said, obviously delighted.
"Why would I kid?" James asked. "Which one?" Tasha asked. "Maui," James answered. Tasha punched the air. "Yes!" she shouted.
She ran back to Yvonne and Zenon who were standing up in alarm. "What's wrong?" Yvonne asked. "Absolutely nothing!" Tasha answered. "Our destination is Maui!"
A/N: I really wanted to send Zenon to Hawaii. I figured now was as good a time as any! Please review, I seriously want to hear your thoughts-am I doing a good job so far?