Aircraft Enthusiasts
Jack Harkness looked at the bleeping phone in his hand, and smiled at the caller ID. Just the man he wanted to talk to. Taking a quick sip of his Crespallion Martini that tasted just like a British cup of tea. It was warming as it went down, which was funny when you took into consideration that the drink was cold and had an ice cube in it. "Mickey Mouse, what do I owe the pleasure?" the Captain smiled into the speaker of the phone.
"It's about that plane I was enquiring after Captain Cheesecake", Mickey Smith responded on the end.
What Jack couldn't understand was why a man of Mickey's standards and links with high places needed a plane in the first place. It was simple enough to get on a Boeing 747 and take a flight out to America all in one day. And if he needed to smuggle something on board, that would have been easier than getting a plane.
"I thought we had settled on Beefcake", Jack laughed into the phone, "Have they gotten in touch with you yet?"
"Yes, I just got the letter", Mickey replied.
"Good, good", Jack took another sip of the martini, "They are a bit over enthusiastic about their planes if you ask me. But, for Aircraft Enthusiasts, they are good people".
"Aircraft Enthusiasts, are you kidding me? They are the bloody RAF Jack", Mickey yelled down the phone, "I don't even want to know about how you even have contacts high enough up in there to get me a plane".
"Hey Mickey", Jack started, "I'm Torchwood remember. I have everyone's number".
"I thought you would have given me a number of a small craft owner, not the bloody RAF", Mickey told him; "I really don't think they are the best people to be helping to transport Martha and I into the middle of an alien encampment in the jungle".
"Oh", Jack took another sip as he looked off into the distance, "Well, you should have told me that. UNIT would have better for that. Or you could have even contacted Miss Smith, I'm sure she would have had a few more contacts at her disposal".
"Well, it doesn't matter now does it", Mickey sighed.
"What plane are you getting?" Jack asked.
"'Ang on, let me read to the end of the page", Mickey replied, "Holy Shit!"
"What, have they given you a TARDIS or something?" Jack smiled, ever hopeful.
"No, they've given us a bleeding Typhoon", Mickey shouted down the line, "I'm going to have to go on the Xbox later and practice".
"Have fun then", Jack smiled, before hanging up.
AN: I would like to thank the BBC's 'Top Gear' for the inspiration behind this one. I apologise for the swearing if you weren't expecting it.
RIP Nicholas Courtney.