Mark and Princess silently walked together toward their vehicles. This is too good to be true...am I dreaming again?
As they approached his plane, he turned toward her and spoke. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked at the dust on the ground.
Mark interrupted her "dream" yet again.
"So, how do you feel about this mission? Are you ...comfortable with it?"
Princess sat down on her motorcycle and watched his feet. "I am... if you are...Why do you ask? Are you uncomfortable with it?"
"Oh, nooooo, that's not it at all...I just wanted to make sure you were ok..."
"That's sweet, Mark, but I'm a big girl and I can handle the job...We just have to be really good actors, right?" She continued to avoid looking at him.
"Yeah, right, actors..."Mark looked like he was going to be sick. He was one big ball of nerves.
"Go and get your bags packed, and I'll come pick you up to go to the airport."
"Sure, commander," she replied,"Oh, I guess I shouldn't call you that from here on out..." She smiled nervously at him and started her engine. Now, to figure out what to pack...it is my honeymoon after all. She giggled to herself.
Mark entered the Snack and sat at the bar. Keyop was grumbling while wiping the dishes.
"Would it be too much trouble to ask for a muffin and some coffee?"
Keyop scowled..." Where's your money?" he asked.
"Here...put it on my card..." Mark grinned as he handed over the Chief's card.
"How'd you get that?" Keyop suddenly looked impressed. He grabbed the card and scanned it through the cash register. Then he poured a cup of coffee and grabbed a muffin and handed them to Mark.
"We're using it on our next mission..."Mark's voice was muffled; he was talking with his mouth full of muffin crumbs.
"Really? What are we buying?" Keyop had visions of new comic books, cds, and video games.
"You're not buying anything, squirt," Mark reached over the bar and rubbed the swallows head, making more of his messy hair stand straight up." Princess and I are going undercover."
"Undercover? You mean spies? Man, you two get all the good jobs...Where are you going?"
"To a ski resort...we're posing as a married couple." Mark flinched, that last part slipped out. He knew Keyop wouldn't let that go...
Just then, Princess appeared with an extremely overstuffed suitcase. She proclaimed innocently,"Well, you never know what you'll need..."
"Hey, Prin, are you excited? You finally get to marry your dream boy..."He made kissy noises and pretended to swoon...
Princess reached over the bar and slugged him. "That's enough out of you, little boy, get back to drying those dishes! Jill will be here soon. She's gonna stay with you while I'm gone."
"Aw, Prin, I can handle it by myself!" Picking up the dishrag, he looked disgusted as his attention turned back to the dishes.
"C'mon, let's go!" She beamed at Mark.
He picked up her bag, and groaned." Did you have to bring everything you own?"