Author's Note:If you haven't guessed by now, the character named Jason Cornell is I. Yeah that's right! I'm in it! I am also pleased to announce that 3 more OCs will make an appearance. My friend, ShadowDragon, has created two of them. The other one is based upon my high school friend. Yep, this story will be full of OCs! Enjoy! On with the show!
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Aboard the 747 Boeing jet, Jason sat and marveled at his surrounding. The First Class section for the jet was very spacious and even more so in comfort. The seat they were given seemed to be made of silk and there was the nice thought of being able to recline with out cramping the person behind you.
Jason looked up at the ceiling and deciphered which button was the call button. No later than 30 seconds passed when a stewardess appeared at his side. (He had been given the aisle seat.) She was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt with a red vest, a red skirt that came down to her knees, and a matching red cap. She was a tall brunette with magnificent brown eyes. "How may I help you sir?" She asked politely.
Jason looked up at her. "Wow. That was fast! Ah, d'you happen to have some crab-cakes up there? I'm getting a little hungry."
The stewardess looked at him thoughtfully. "I think we may have a few left. But, just to be safe, why don't you select something else?"
He shrugged. "I dunno, how about a grilled cheese?"
She nodded. "Ok, sir. I'll make the crab-cake if we have it. If we don't, then it'll be the grilled cheese." And with that, she left.
Jason sighed and moved his arm. In doing so, he accidentally ribbed the person sitting next to him. He looked over and began to apologize.
"I'm sor-"
He stopped to take a better look at the person he ribbed. He was a tall male. His hair was drawn back and pulled into a ponytail at the neck. His face was long and worn-looking, he wore what appeared to be multi-colored sunglasses and there were small, hairy moles dotted around his face. Jason shook his head in disbelief. "Zack?"
The man turned and looked at him in the same way. Finally he spoke. It was deep voice that sounded like it could speak Russian with no problems. "Jason?"
Jason broke into a smile. "Zack! Hey, man, how are ya?"
Zack also smiled. "Hey Jason, nice to see you as well. I'm doing fine. You?"
"Never better. Say," Jason suddenly became curious. "Did you receive…?"
Zack seemed to have read his mind before he finished speaking. "…An e-mail from 'Master'? Yep, I did. I guess you did, too."
"Any ideas who…?"
"None whatsoever."
Jason looked around again, but this time, he looked at the passengers on board. It had just now occurred to him that he wasn't the only hacker out there. This 'Master' had probably contacted other people as well. But how many? How many were on this plane now?
As he scanned the section, he didn't notice anything unusual. Then he noticed a pair that looked totally out of place.
"Hey, Zack, take a look at the two behind us."
Sitting is row B, seats 4 and 5, were two people sitting together. The one sitting in seat 4B, which was next to the left aisle, was about 5'3" with brown eyes so dark, they looked like they were black, and had dark brown hair in a regular boy's cut. He was wearing a white baseball tee with blue sleeves and collar and had on pair blue jeans. Now that wasn't the unusual thing about him. It was the person who was sitting next to him that was unusual. It looked like there was an exact copy of the person that was sitting seat 4B, though with a few exceptions. It was a she, as there was a bosom, and she had her hair long with a ponytail at the neck. Her eye were such a light blue, they looked almost white.
Suddenly, the male noticed that Jason was looking at him. Jason tried to quickly look away, but was too late. Jason found the situation to be very awkward indeed, and was very pleased when the stewardess called his name.
"Excuse me, Mr. Cornell?"
"Yes?"
"I was told to give this to you during the flight." She handed him two envelopes, one was a small white envelope, and the other was a large yellow envelope. She looked at the person next to him. "Mr. Star?"
"Yes?"
"I was told to give you this during the flight." She handed him similar looking envelopes.
Jason read the letter. It was from Master, as he suspected, and it told him to take a taxi to a specific hotel. Jason reasoned that the only reason he would tell him to go to that hotel was because he had a reservation there. What he didn't know was how he was going to pay the taxi when he didn't have any money. At least, he didn't, until he opened the yellow envelope.
"Whoa."
The envelope was fill with European money and Jason didn't need a hint as to what he was to do with it.
Putting the letter away, Jason looked in front of him. Placing a hand on his stomach, he wondered when that stewardess was going to bring him his food. When the stewardess arrived, however, it wasn't the crab cake. It was the grilled cheese. He looked at the stewardess, who gave him a sympathetic little shrug and walked off.
Eating his sandwich, he wondered who the heck Master really was.
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Author's Note:The people in seats 4B and 5B were the two that were created by ShadowDragon. Their name will be told later on. ShadowDragon didn't really give me a description for them, so I just made them twins. Is that ok, SD? See ya!
