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Order 6: High Thinking

Rome Airport. Monday, 7:00 A.M.

Skey sat there between Maxwell and Anderson hunched over with sleepy eyes. Her arms hung down, the whole mood about her being zombie. Anderson held a newspaper up and was reading it while Maxwell was figuring out his silly crossword puzzles. As if it wasn't bad enough she didn't get enough sleep last night, she had to be stuck with two grown men on a trip to London and for what? Anderson talked to her this morning when he visited her dorm and said Maxwell was meeting with Hellsing's director Sir Integra. And as Skey was taught, she knew Hellsing was one of their arch enemies. So what did Integra have to say to Maxwell? I bet anything it has to do with the damn vampire epidemic. It couldn't be anything else.

" I am going to get some coffee. I'll be back."

Maxwell glanced up to her for a second before turning to his puzzle book. He filled in some words before responding.

" Five minutes. Our plane starts boarding soon."

Skey nodded and ran off to the coffee shop to pick up a cup. While standing in line a handsome young man of about early 20's looked her over before offering his hand for a shake. When Skey looked up to him, he had short black hair spiked up, piercing hazel eyes and a great smile.

" My name's Jake Hellion. You are?"

"Skey. Skey Seryc."

Both shook hands and moved up slowly in the line for coffee. Jake talked with her about flying back to England, where he was born. Skey had told him she was flying there on business. And so Jake, knowing she hadn't been to England, started talking about the monuments in London, the green fields and the beautiful mansions they had in England. Anderson watched from afar, keeping a sharp eye on them. Some may have seen it as jealousy, but it was nothing of the sort. He could tell by the body language of the man he was hitting on Skey and trying to swoon her. Seeing Anderson's attention diverted from the newspaper made Maxwell curious about what exactly Anderson was looking at.

" Anderson? What's wrong?"

When Maxwell saw Skey in line talking to the guy he knew then. His face faulted, his eyes slanting as he only readjusted his posture in his seat and went back to completing his crossword puzzle. He could care less about Skey's well being right now. He still had to figure out the 36th line.

" Well, it is not all good though, I'd have to admit, miss Skey, but England has its highlights. Oh, and be sure to ride one of the double decker buses. They are quite the fun!"

Skey laughed and unknowingly flirted back with this Jake. Finally the line was gone and both ordered their cup of coffee. The sun had finally peaked out from behind the horizon and filled the airport with light. A woman got onto the intercom system and announced that boarding would start for flight 0978 to London. Skey got her coffee with vanilla creme and pardoned herself from Jake for she had to go and get in line for boarding.

" Flight 0978? Why, that is my flight as well! Mind if we sit together?"

Skey laughed innocently and was about to comply until a large hand laid on her shoulder and rested there. A tall shadow fell over her and when she looked back she saw Anderson looking down and smiling a casual yet somehow wicked smile. Anderson then looked to the kid.

" Ah'm 'fraid she can't. She is travelling wi' me and ae superior O' mine. Noo, sae goodbye til yer wee freen, Skey and let's go."

Jake was a bit offset and nervous around the very tall priest standing behind Skey but he remained calm and shook Skey's hand with a tender shake, a great smile and a promise to sometime meet her again. Despite Skey's pouting about Anderson interrupting her little scene with Jake, she smiled back and gave him a hug then wished him well. Jake stood where he was while Anderson walked Skey back to Maxwell and the three got in line with their boarding passes. Skey had folded her arms and refused to talk to Anderson because she was mad at him.

" Skey, ye can't be flirting wi' men richt noo! We've got tae get til England and tak care O' some business. Noo time for wee things like 'puppy loe'."

And yet she still refused to talk. She did like Anderson a lot and respected him but sometimes he acted too much like a father! Their line went quickly and the woman at the small poium checked their passes then had let them board. Maxwell had refused to get coach so all three had got first class seating. Skey had never flown a plane before and seeing one of these humongous birds sitting so idly by with the gentle humming of its engines had set her nerve array. So many times she seen them fly back and forth through the air and never thought much about them till now. Those things flew so high in the air! And worse, it was a long trip to London. Nontheless, she followed Anderson and Maxwell as both walked so casually down the tunnel-like fixture that led them to the entrance to the plane. The humming of the engines was horrifically deafening and it made Skey grit her teeth and continue on. She didn't want Anderson, least of all, Maxwell to think her some sort of coward! After some seniors boarded the plane and were kindly shown to their seats, the trio boarded the plane and were shown to their seats in the First Class section. Anderson got in first and therefore claimed the window seat with a grin. No matter what now, Skey was left to sit next to Maxwell which almost made her cry with digust. She took the middle seat and sighed, seeing this as a bad day even though the day had barely started! She folded her legs and arms, a very distince pout on her face. Maxwell had ignored it, taking his crossword puzzle book out to complete the one page he had been working on all morning. Anderson had settled back, his hands entwined over his stomach. He had cosed his eyes. It'd be a few hours stuck like this between these men and now she was feeling an effect that she had never felt before. Claustrophobia. A stewardess stopped by the aisle and offered them champaigne.

" No thank you. We're fine, thanks."

Maxwell gave the woman a smile and nod of his head. she continued on about her job. Right now, Skey was too distressed and nervous that she wouldn't mind not just some champaigne, but some straight hard liquor. Whiskey, rum, brandy, even tequila sounded so very inviting to calm her wrecked nerves. The captain got onto the microphone from within his small cockpit at the front of the plane.

" We're currently seven minutes away from complete take-off. The weather will be slightly cloudy but nothing too much to worry about. The current temperature outside is 40 degrees with a wind speed of about 4 MPH. As far as we know, this should be a smooth ride right into London. We hope you enjoy your flight and thank you for choosing Contentinal airlines."

The speaker clicked off. skey settled into her seat, staring with no expession whatsoever at the back of the gray leather seat in front of her. This would be a long trip.

On The Plane. 9:00 A.M.

After the ear popping, stomach turning take off, Skey finally settled down from the anxiety attack. Maxwell was dozing off now, the puzzle book put between her and his seats. Anderson was now awake, his eyes half open as he gazed over the lanf below them. skey was thankful now she didn't take the window seat after all. She would have probably freaked out seeing how high they were into the air. But still...she was young and full of curiosity. She leaned over, trying to look out the window to see what was so interesting down there. She could see a bit of green but not much. Anderson's chest shook as he chuckled at her attempt to see out the window.

" Ye should hae asked me aif ye wanted the window seat, Skey."

Skey looked up to him. She smiled seductively and batted her eyelashes to look sexy.

" Can I have the window seat now?"

Anderson couldn't help but laugh. He patted her head and shook his head no.

" Nae. Ah'll let ye next time, okay?"

" That works."

Skey gave a happy smile and sat back into her own seat. The stewardess came by and gently woke Maxwell. Aw man, why did she have to do that? She asked everyone what they wanted for breakfast. This being first class, they served real food and not the packaged, dried food the coach class gave out. Anderson went with eggs, sausage and toast with a glass of orange juice. Skey got the same except she wanted both bacon and sausage along with a peach. She hadn't at all this morning and a small cup of coffee wasn't enough. Maxwell only told the woman that he would like a grapefruit. All three sat back and the stewardess went on picking up everyone's orders. A heavy hand rested on Skey's head then ruffled her hair.

" It'd be ae guid idea tae get some rest, Skey."

Skey knocked his hand away and straightened her hair then shot Anderson a glare. Again, he only gave a smirk before leaning back in his own seat to rest up. It would be a good idea. Skey knew it would lighten or even eradicate the effects of jet lag once they reached London. And into the troubled waters of her nightwares she waded into. These turbulent black waters always came out victorious in grabbing her and dragging her into the inky horror movie of her past.

It wasn't long before breakfast had arrived and Skey was jerked to safety from her terrorizing dreams. She had woke with a start but soon calmed once she realized what her surroundings were.Blinding sunlight filtering through the plexi-glass windows and a moderately closed in seat. She lowered the tray that was fastened to the back of the seat in front of her and her food was sat down. Steam rose from the bacon and sausage, an aroma that woke her sense of hunger. She smiled and dug in quickly, but being too quick earned her a swap on the head from Maxwell. He had a rolled magazine and she eyed him dangerously. Did he mean to treat her like a DOG and say 'bad!' ?

" Gluttony is a sin."

" Please, Maxwell. Do I look like I am gluttonous? (points to her stomach) This flat, toned stomach says otherwise. It also says it hasn't been fed for a while and would like to enjoy the delicious food sitting in front of it, so if you would excuse us...we will EAT this food with all the gluttony, hungry feeling we have!"

Anderson stifled a few laughs, turning away from the two to hide it. Luckily, Maxwell had noticed and only turned to his food with a grumble. Anderson nudged her gently with his elbow and leaned next to her ear whispering.

" Thoo it's very humorous tae see ye picking on Maxwell, Ah sae tae knock it off ae bit. Ye dinna want tae provoke him. Be ae guid lassie, okay?"

Skey had no problem listening or obeying Anderson and nodded in a comply. She would try being more modest but only because he asked for her to do so. Skey ate her food as she decided to give her thoughts a bit of a jog. She really wished she had a grip on what exactly was going on, but she now felt she knew more than the organization itself. It was only a pit feeling, but the feeling said that that one vampire who had said they would be together forever...the one who was so handsomely featured and dressed was behind this whole shananigan. He had to be behind the uprising of all these original article vampires popping up all over town and evidentally the continent of Europe. Or maybe the vampire was mistaken! She was from the Iscariot Organization; an organization that kills any vampire or heathen that emerges into this damned Earth. Didn't he know she was a killer of his kind so what sense would it make for him to say such words to the like of her?