*I would like to apologize because I have been spelling Shadaloo as Shadowloo, I will correct this in my upcoming chapters, and I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long, life got in the way, but I'm back, and I will finish this fanfiction if it kills me.
Part 2 – Mode of Transportation
Leaving the bank, the two found themselves in the middle of a sudden downpour, "Well, I wasn't expecting this," Cammy said.
"Nope," Bruce said as he pulled off his jacket.
"What are you doing," Cammy asked.
"Being polite," Bruce said as he lifted his jacket over Cammy's head, "This way please."
"Where did you learn manners like this," Cammy asked as she followed Bruce out to a waiting Rolls-Royce Phantom Extended body waiting for them.
"Here we are," Bruce said as he opened the door, allowing her to step inside.
As he ran around to the other side of the car, and as he stepped in, he ran his hand through his hair.
Cammy had to admit, his hair looked good wet, but with how unnaturally white it looked she couldn't believe it was his natural color, but because nothing was running down his face she was sure it was either natural or permanently died.
"I was wondering when you'd come out of there," the driver said, "Where to, sir?"
"The airport," Bruce said, "We have a plane to catch."
"Right away sir," the driver said.
As he began driving, Bruce reached into the central console between the two of them, and pulled out a pair of towels, "Might help with the wetness."
"Thanks," Cammy said as she dried off her face, and ran the towel through her hair.
She was wearing a black minidress she had stored in her luggage, and needless to say a minidress with high heels was probably not the best thing to walk around in during a rainstorm.
What she had worn to the ball the previous night probably wasn't very festive, but she knew if she had worn this, she probably would have humiliated herself a lot worse during her fight with Shadaloo (I'll leave that to your interpretation).
"No problem," Bruce said as he tried his best to dry the sleeves of his cobalt-blue button-up, and then went to run the towel through his hair.
"Is this plane going to be safe," Cammy asked.
"I can personally assure you of that one, my dear," Bruce said as he reached into the laptop case he was carrying, and pulled out a small tablet.
"Please don't call me that," Cammy said.
"What would you prefer me call you, then," Bruce asked.
"Miss White or Cammy will do," she said.
"Deal," Bruce said, as the Phantom pulled up to Charles de Gaulle Airport.
"Are our bags going to be on this flight," Cammy asked.
"They're already on the plane," Bruce said.
The Phantom approached the entrance, only for the driver to drive past the entrance, Cammy looked back, very confused.
"Why aren't we going to the entrance," Cammy asked.
"Trust me on this," Bruce said as the driver pulled around to the tarmac entrance around the side of the terminal.
The guard stopped the Phantom at the gate, and the driver pointed at the back window, the guard approached, and Bruce placed his tablet into his lap, and rolled down his window.
"Mr. Whitewolf," the guard said, with an almost shocked realization, "Good to see you again, sir."
"And you as well," Bruce said, "Is the plane ready to go?"
"I'll call ahead, and make sure," the guard said as he walked back over to the guard post.
"You have a private plane waiting for us," Cammy asked, "Don't you?"
"Yes," Bruce said, "Me and Shadow prefer security to convenience."
"Security," Cammy asked as the guard hung up his phone, and approached the Phantom.
"The plane is ready, sir," the guard said, "Please proceed."
The gate raised, and Bruce spoke up, "Thank you, sir," he turned toward the driver, "Onward."
"You know for sure that the mechanics aren't going to try and sneak a grenade into the fuel tank while they're working," Cammy asked.
"I use my own mechanics," Bruce said as he went back to his tablet, "I trust them."
"And how do you know you can trust them," Cammy asked.
"You know why," Bruce said.
"Shadaloo," Cammy asked.
"It's a requirement when you fill out a resume for my company," Bruce said, "Your life must have been affected someway by Shadaloo and you must explain what Shadaloo did to affect your life."
Cammy chuckled before speaking up, "Interesting requirement."
"I knew you'd get a kick out of that one," Bruce said.
"How many stops will we need to take on this plane of yours," Cammy asked.
"Luckily, none," Bruce said as the Phantom pulled up to a very large hanger.
"We're here, sir," the driver said.
"Thanks," Bruce said as he put his tablet back into his laptop case, and handed Cammy his jacket, "Can't have you catching a cold. Wait here a second."
Bruce stepped out, and walked around to open the door for her, and give her cover with his jacket.
"Thank you," Cammy said as she followed Bruce from the car to the hanger, when he opened the door, Cammy was surprised at what she saw.
It was a Boeing 777 that was mostly white, but had a black streak that was similar to the cobalt blue color as the wrapping on Shadow's katana.
"Amazing isn't it," Bruce asked.
"You really are rich," Cammy said.
"I prefer the term well off," Bruce said as and the flight crew brought out a set of flight stairs with a carpet that was the same shade of cobalt blue.
As they brought them up to the plane, they stopped a little while before hatch, "Got the stairs a little short there didn't they," Cammy asked.
"Here's the good part about this plane," Bruce said as he walked up the stairs, and turned around to see Cammy still standing there, "You coming or not?"
Cammy walked up to the top of the stairs with Bruce, "So what now," she asked.
"Observe," Bruce said as the door opened to reveal the pilot who reached over to the wall, pressed something, and a small platform below the floor of the plane suddenly extended toward the stairs, "Me and Shadow designed it ourselves," the platform docked with the stairs, and the two of them walked across onto the plane, "Two yards long, and built to only accommodate the specifically designed stairs at every hanger I operate."
"What's so special about it," Cammy asked.
Bruce pointed to a small panel next to the entrance which the pilot was using to extend the platform, "Various security measures," he said before pointing at platform, "The platform is connected to the security measures which are meant to protect against various situations."
"What would that be," Cammy asked.
"I'd demonstrate it, but we're inside, and not under attack," Bruce said, "Here's the kicker. The hatch opens, and the platform extends. If the platform does not connect with the stairs within five minutes, the plane is designed to go into a twenty-four hour lockdown."
"Seems you and Shadow designed this place as a mobile command center," Cammy said.
"Yep," Bruce said, "I needed an office, and he wanted a place he could use to wage war against Shadaloo if it ever came to that."
"Interesting policy," Cammy said.
"That's what we have in common," Bruce said with a small gesture toward the door.
The pilot closed the door, and proceeded to stand at attention, "We finished our standard sweep of the plane, sir," the pilot said.
"Very good," Bruce said, "We fully loaded?"
"Yes sir," the pilot said, "We have full tanks, and we have our stores ready to go."
"Then get the engines warmed up," Bruce said.
"Where too, sir," the pilot asked.
"Shanghai," Bruce said.
"At cruising speed, we can be there in ten hours," the pilot said.
"Get clearance from the tower, and get us in the air," Bruce said.
"Yes, sir," the pilot said.
"So, is there anything else I should know about this plane," Cammy asked.
"Should I give you the tour," Bruce asked.
"In case I get lost in this flying hotel," Cammy asked.
"It's almost impossible to get lost here," Bruce said as he walked down the main hallway, and pointed at a sign near the end of the hall, "I have directions to all points of interest marked."
"Indeed," Cammy said, "Would you be so kind as to show me too the seats we will be in before takeoff?"
"That would be any seat you fancy," Bruce said, "Each seat on the plane is equipped with a seatbelt."
"And where are the best seats," Cammy asked.
"That's easy," Bruce said, gesturing her to follow, "There's a very comfortable set of seats in my meeting room."
"I'll follow you," Cammy said.
"Right this way," Bruce said as he proceeded up the stairs.
Walking down the halls, Cammy saw how being a rich author had paid dividends for Bruce, the floors were made of a very nice dark-stained wood while the walls were made of a ceramic tile that were sealed with some kind of clear material that had a silver-metal flake inside.
"Very nice," she said.
"Thank you," Bruce said before approaching a red-wood door, and opening it to reveal a large open room with two equal couches that were about seven feet long, measuring from the far wall to the end, red-stained wood cabinets, and white carpet floors.
"You spent a pretty penny on these upgrades," Cammy said as she sat on the nearby couch which was somehow almost like sitting on someone's bed.
"Very much so," Bruce said, taking a seat on the couch mounted on the far wall, then picking up the nearby phone, and contacting the pilot, "You there, captain?"
"Yes sir," the pilot said over the other line, "Clearance just came down."
"Good," Bruce said, "Get us in the air."
"Yes, sir," the pilot said.
The sound of the engines firing up was all the go-ahead that Bruce and Cammy needed to get buckled up.
I won't go through the whole take off procedure so I'll skip ahead to when the captain came on the air, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm happy to inform you we are in the air," he said, "I will set the altitude at our standard cruising speed, and we should arrive in Shanghai in ten hours. Please feel free to move about the cabin."
"There we go," Bruce said.
"Very nice," Cammy said.
"We should be in for a smooth flight," Bruce said as he stood up, taking his laptop bag with him.
"Where are you going," Cammy asked.
"I have work to do," Bruce said, "And you haven't checked in with the Major."
"I suppose I haven't," Cammy said, "You have a phone I can use?"
Bruce pointed to the desk, "Closest one," he said, "I'll be in my office."
"And when I'm done talking with the Major," Cammy asked.
"Whatever you want," Bruce said, "The plane has a place for anything you want to do."
"Thanks," Cammy said as she walked over to the desk, and picked up the phone before calling Guile's number.
"Please identify," MI-6 operator said over the line.
"Access code, Honey Bee," Cammy said, "Connect me to Major Guile."
"One moment," the operator said.
"Go for Guile," Guile said over the line.
"Reporting in, Major," Cammy said.
"Lieutenant," Guile said, "It's good to hear from you."
"You too, sir," Cammy said.
"Where are you," Guile asked.
"I'm following up on a lead," Cammy said, "I'm on my way to Shanghai."
"Shanghai," Guile asked, "Who told you to go there?"
"The Shadow," Cammy said, "He got in touch with me through an apparent mutual friend."
"Mutual friend," Guile asked.
"Bruce Whitewolf," Cammy said.
"The author," Guile asked.
"He found me right after the Shadow helped me," Cammy said.
"Little weird there," Guile said, "He ever say where he came from?"
"No, he didn't," Cammy said, "But I know he has no love for Shadaloo. He killed David when he helped me."
"He's the one that ran him over," Guile asked.
"With a pristine 1965 E-Type," Cammy said.
"He ran over him with a car that expensive," Guile asked.
"And then killed a group of Shadaloo operatives that chased us to the ferry," Cammy said.
"Then he could be a valuable asset," Guile said.
"Yes, sir," Cammy said.
"Wait, if your on your way to Shanghai, then how are you calling me," Guile asked.
"A phone on Whitewolf's private plane," Cammy said.
"Private plane," Guile asked.
"He's rich," Cammy said, "Says his father invested in a lot of things."
"Indeed," Guile said.
"I know that 'indeed', Major," Cammy said, "What is it?"
"Both him and the Shadow come out of nowhere to save you not once, but twice," Guile said, "Plus he's rich? He's an author."
"He has been New York Times best for every story," Cammy said, "Besides, if he's willing to help us, what's the difference."
"The Shadow I would trust," Guile said, "He's proven he's no friend of Shadaloo. Bruce comes out of nowhere and he's helping out? Little strange there. But to be honest, if he's willing to help then he could be an alien for all I care. Just keep an eye on him."
"I will," Cammy said, "I'll keep my guard up."
"Good," Guile said, "Report back to me when you learn something."
"Yes, sir," Cammy said.
"And Cammy," Guile said.
"Yes, sir," Cammy asked.
"Please, be careful," Guile said.
"I will, sir," Cammy said.
As Cammy hung up, a white-gloved hand placed his own phone down on the table, "Major Guile doesn't trust us," the Shadow said.
"He will," Bruce's voice said from elsewhere, "Eventually."
"I hope you know what you're doing," Shadow replied, "You know what he's done in the past."
"He did what he had to get by," Bruce said, "As have we from time to time."
"Indeed," Shadow said, "Be careful who you trust, old friend."
"We need her," Bruce said, "She's the ticket to our revenge."
"Not needing anyone is what's kept us alive this long," Shadow said.
"It's also what kept us alone," Bruce said, "There's someone who knows our pain. We can share that, and we can use that against Bison."
"You've got a bleeding heart Bruce," Shadow said, "I know I don't want to see it."
"Neither do I," Bruce said.
To be continued…