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GIFTED

Another chapter.

This is the last one I will be able to post for a while as Uni beckons me back but I will be back around Easter hopefully with more chapters and maybe even another story.

Chapter 4 – Happy Landings.

Reaching the landing strip without being seen had been easier than she had expected and the small private jet was still sitting there on the tarmac while its pilot was walking back to the small service hanger to put back the items he'd used to service the jet.

Seeing her chance and with her rucksack on her shoulder TinTin ran across the tarmac as quickly and as quietly as she could until reached the small plane's passenger door.

Opening it quietly she climbed up inside the plane and the closed the door just as quietly behind her.

With a quick glance around the inside of the jet TinTin found her hiding place and stashed her rucksack under the seat nearest the back of the plane before hiding herself in a storage locker that was about size of a small wardrobe at the back of the plane.

She was just in time as few seconds later the pilot returned and took his place in the cockpit of the plane.

Pressing her ear to the door TinTin could vaguely make out the sound of the pilot informing island control that he was about to take off before the low rumble as the plane taxied down the runway and then accelerated to lift-off speed.

TinTin suddenly felt tired as the rumble dimmed to just a whistle of the engines as the plane left the ground entirely.

So closing her eyes TinTin allowed the gentle noise of the engines to lull her into sleep while she tried not to think about what her friends and family would say when they discovered she was missing.

A gentle knock.

Followed by the sound of concerned voice.

"TinTin? Sweetheart, are you alright?" Kyrano had been worried when Fermat had told him about his daughter's headache. She had been getting them a lot lately.

When no reply came Kyrano couldn't suppress the sigh of slight exasperation he felt. TinTin hardly ever talked to them anymore preferring the sanctuary of her room to the company of her parents.

Deciding to let his daughter be for now he headed back down to the party.

Drifting back to the surface of consciousness with a small groan of disappointment TinTin blinked back to full awareness when she realized that the plane was silent indicating that it must have landed.

Her back ached terribly probably because she still in the same position that she had fallen asleep in. Crouched down in the bottom of a storage locker.

Opening the door slightly TinTin peered out into the cabin of the plane. The cockpit door was open and TinTin could see that the pilot was no longer there so she opened the door fully and stepped out and stretched wincing when cramped muscles protested.

Retrieving her bag from under the back seat she rubbed her eyes tiredly before making her way to the front of the plane.

When she reached the passenger door she carefully glance out the window to make sure there was no-one about before open in the door and slipping out of the plane.

She briefly noticed that she was at what appeared to be a small airstrip there were small planes both new and old as well as a few helicopters all grounded around a number of large hangers.

The passenger door closed with a small click behind her and she ran to the nearest hanger which was about fifty feet away.

Upon reaching it she took a moment to catch her breath and dumped her bag on the ground next to her while thought of what to do next.

She looked back at the jet and noticed from the writing on the side of the plane that it belonged to 'Pacific Blue Airways' which was a private hire jet company that was often used by Tracy Industries to ferry goods, documents and executives from place to place.

But more importantly it told TinTin where she was because she knew that this particular private airline was only based in San Francisco.

'I have to get out of here.' TinTin realized that this would be the first place they'd look her when they found she was no longer on the island.

She didn't have much money and any form of ticket would make her traceable but she had to start somewhere. She knew that a coach was probably her safest bet but at there plenty of time think that and that she actually knew where the coach station was in San Francisco. All she had to do know was figure out where she was in comparison.

Sighing heavily she shouldered her rucksack and set off in search of someone to ask as to where about in San Francisco she actually was.

TBC

I know I haven't got to the crossover yet but I will I'll see how it goes. I might be able to upload more chapters before Easter but it will depend on whether I can get secure access to the Internet.

Either way I hope to have this story nearly if not completely finished by the time I come so I can just upload all the chapters at once.

Anyway, bye for and I'm glad Uni's almost over for me so I can spend more time writing and practicing with new ideas coz I've got loads that I just haven't found the time to put into writing.

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