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ESCAPING MARTINIQUE
There it was, a sparkling blue sapphire, his prize stood before him. Sure it was a beauty to behold but he couldn't help but wonder what it was that caused his client to go through all the trouble of hiring him to gain it, not that he was complaining. For any other thief, this may have actually been difficult for him to get to, but not for him, this was a cake walk. He had everything planned out to a tee. But what he had not known was that there was an extra guard who was about to beginning his training and came early to get a feel of the place. The thief heard the man coming and slid out through the shadows, but knew he would not have much time, knowing that the man would quickly notice that the gem was gone from it's resting place. He quickly and quietly made his escape towards the roof when he heard the alarms go off. This was definitely not part of the plan. But he had remembered that he was close to the airport, and that would make for a great escape.
When he made it to the airport, he noticed that there were police all over the place. They were checking passengers and talking to personnel. He made his way to the men's restroom, following a well dressed pilot, and knocked the man out on the way in there, taking his clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror, making sure that he looked presentable enough for anyone to buy it, making sure to put his sunglasses on to hide his sensitive eyes. He also took the man's suitcase, putting his clothes inside it for safe keeping.
Marie had been sitting in one of Raven's personnel jets waiting for her pilot. She had been told that there may be a wait but this was beginning to get ridiculous. This whole trip had been nothing less then a disaster. She had been sent down here to retrieve some information that ended up being worthless, her hotel lost her reservation once she arrived, and she ended up having to stay longer than necessary because of the weather lately. Her last flight out had to be canceled because of some freak storm, which she was hoping would not happen again. The weather around here had been very unusual lately and she had already heard of a storm once again brewing for tonight. Then, finally, just as she was about to give up hope, a pilot came in, hardly noticing her until she spoke up. It was getting dark and for some odd reason, the man was wearing sunglasses, but she did not care, just as long as someone was getting her out of here before something else stopped her from getting home.
"Please tell meh ya gonna fly this thang, and not give meh some bad news." he turned to her smirking at what he saw. She was on the edge of her seat biting her nails, hoping for the response she so direly needed to hear. So he smirked at her as he made his way over towards her.
"Oui, mais," then he paused unsure if she spoke french since she obviously wasn't from Martinique, and had a southern accent, "where is it dat you are goin' chere?" She smiled.
"No one told ya, huh. Figures. Ah'm headin' ta New York. But if we don't hurry, Ah heard 'bout that storm that's comin' tonight, and we might get caught up in it." He nodded knowingly and shut the door to the jet noticing that many police seemed to be on there way. Then he made his way up to the cockpit not bothering to check anything, but just merely go about trying to take off.
Marie was oblivious to the fact that as the pilot brought the plane about to take off, that there were police chasing them with sirens roaring, she was merely reading a magazine, enjoying the idea of going home. The phony pilot, however, being more than aware that they were trying to cut him off from every angle, including in front of him attempting a barricade. But their little roadblock did nothing to stop him as he decided on playing chicken. He was able to lift the nose of the plane mere feet before crashing into the many police cars and fire trucks that were once blocking their paths. He merely smiled and then chuckled at his luck.