Sorry this chapter is so short! I've been really busy lately and I haven't found much time to write. I'm taking the wallpaper down in my bedroom because I've decided that it hideously looks like a Klenex box. So I started on Sunday thinking it would be a one day job, I've been working on that for four days and I only have one wall done...ugh! So that's only going to take me a long time, and then I have to paint it.
Anyways, I forgot to specify when this is taking place and what's going on between everybody. This takes place about the time of the last season, but nothing is really the way it was....
Monica and Chandler never got together, they don't have kids, they don't live together, nothing!
Chandler lives with Joey across the hall from Monica and Rachel.
Rachel and Ross are dating, they have no baby, they never broke up, Ben never happened.
Joey is just Joey.
Phoebe is married to Mike and lives with him.
I think that's all you need to know. Just put it in a review if you notice something that I forgot, or if there is something you'll need cleared up.
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Under the Radar - Chapter 2 - clearly unaware
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He woke early, making sure he was packed and ready to go long before 10am - check out time.
His actions of the previous night coming to him as he walked down the hallway towards the elevator bank.
Another man, another life. His spirit lost in the sea along with the countless others.
By the time he reached the first elevator, it was open and waiting for him.
The hotel was small, a rarity for being in such a popular area as it was. It was old, most likely the oldest building on the block.
The old man behind the check out/in counter had proved that, he had given a short, unwanted history of the building when he had first come to ask for a room.
After he dropped his keys on the desk in front of the sleeping clerk, he headed outside into the hot, sticky weather. The kind that stuck to your skin and made you sweat without even lifting a finger.
Street vendors lined the dusty, paved roads, ready to pawn off anything that landed on their carts, all in an attempt to bring food home to their families.
Questionable pieces of meat and fish boiled in large pots of oil.
Small oriental men with suits too big for their bodies rushed down the sidewalks towards their place of buisiness.
The large city was already becoming very crowded.
People emerged from the safety of their small, one room homes and made their way to the heart of the town.
It would be no use to try and get a taxi, it would take two hours to get to the airport with all of the people on the streets.
It was only about two miles away and his flight wasn't for another three hours, he'd have plenty of time.
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The flight home was rather unpleasent to say the least. He flew on a small charter plane, no air conditioning, and no seat belts. The pilot was at least half drunk and never ceased from his rambling about every little thing they flew over.
It had started raining about half way through the flight when they were somewhere over the ocean. The continous muffled pings of the rain and hail hitting the plane muted the pilot's voice, but made the ride ten times more rocky, and delayed their landing by half an hour.
He finally was able to get to the airport and make it out alive, just in time to catch a cab that had been dropping somebody off.
He quickly got inside, gave the driver the address, and rode the rest of the way home in a peaceful silence.
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He arrived back to apartment 19, tired, sweaty, and very hungry. He opened the door and found Joey inside, sitting in front of the tv, sandwich in hand.
"Hey man! You're back!" Joey jumped out of his chair in pure excitment and rushed over to Chandler, wrapping him in a hug.
"Yes, it would appear that way, otherwise you wouldn't be sqeazing the life out of me...or be getting mayo on my t-shirt."
"Oh, sorry." Joey smilled sheepishly and took a few steps backwards. "So, how was it?"
Chandler had told everybody that he had gone off on a business trip for work. He hadn't told them what he really did for a living, mostly to keep them safe if anything would ever go wrong, but also because he didn't want them disapproving of what he did.
He was governtment property, there for the protection of the United States. They could do what they wanted with him. If he was ever to turn against them, they would have a team sent out to kill him within hours.
He had started training at the age of 15. They filled him with knowledge of every weapon made, over 20 different styles of close combat fighting, and every other thing he would need to know. He could fluently speak over 11 different languages. He had been trained emotionally, how to handle the guilt, how to always keep the mission at hand first, and how to keep a sane mind. He had been trained socialy. He could become best friends with a man and get any information he needed from him within hours. He could charm a woman and talk a top class salesman into giving him any deal he wanted.
He had never planned on becoming what he now was when he was a child. This had been handed to him.
"Oh, boring as usual. Meeting after meeting, nothing new." The lie came so easily. He had kept this story up for so long, he wondered what they would do if they were ever to find out. "So where's everybody else?"
"I think Monica and Rachel are over in their apartment and Ross and Phoebe are down at the coffee house. I was actually just on my way down there, you want to come with?" Joey asked, grabbing his coat and heading towards the door.
"Ah no, you go ahead, I've got some stuff I have to get done before tomorrow."
"Ok, I guess I'll see you later then."
Chandler waved his hand in the air as Joey exited the apartment. He walked over to the chairs and threw himself down in one, rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair.
For years he had contemplated telling them. But they would pry, wanting to know every little detail of everything he did. It would put them in too much danger, and if anything ever happened to them, the truth would be out, and his life would be over.
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to be continued...
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