The RAF jet was designed for one thing, speed, not comfort, or anything useful, just speed. Because of the speed that it goes at, it should take the cherubs about one and a half hours less to get to America than it would on a commercial jet.
The cherubs were relatively comfortable, except from the fact that there was no lock on the toilet door. a few sandwiches Chloe had thrown together at about 2:30 in the morning. The storage shelves that were normally in the plane had been removed, and replaced with two rows of seats, each row with three seats. The equipment they needed was already on the plane, the plane had been prepared about two days ago, and they were going over their background story.
John Jones was posing as the father of the three cherubs, while Chloe was being their mother. Their name was, for the purpose of the mission, Jones, so they were, John, James, Bruce, Chloe, and Kerry Jones.
"So, James, why are we in Vegas?" john asked, before taking a bite out of one of the sandwiches.
"We're in Vegas 'cause our dad's mother lives in a town, just outside the city." James replied.
"This story gives us an alibi for being out of the room in the hotel a lot," Chloe explained. However, if any of you three are seen in the hotel when we are meant to be out, you might have to answer some difficult questions to someone, so remain unseen. Remember, our story may seem real, but if SCORPIA and help earth think something's wrong, they'll disappear faster than we can track them."
"What do you mean?" James asked, with a look that said he didn't believe Chloe at all.
"Well, their planes, from what little we know, are almost always rented, and they always file fake flight plans, so we would have no idea where they were actually heading, even if we did know they were leaving." John replied.
The cherubs sat reading their briefing and background stories for a time. About ten minutes after john's reply, the plane fell sharply to the left, causing James' briefing, a plastic box of sandwiches, and two coffees, in disposable cups, to fall on the floor. Bruce and Kerry found this hilarious, after the plane had levelled out again. James picked his briefing up off the floor. It was ruined, covered in coffee and stained with about five different foods, making it un-readable.
"Shit!" James yelled, as he realised that, not only had the food fallen on his briefing, but on him too.
"He looks like an all you can eat buffet." Kerry said, while laughing.
About half an hour later, the co-pilot came into the cabin area that the five were in,
"It seems that there's been some problems with the Americans flight planning systems, and they told us that most foreign private jets are being diverted to other airports, however, as this is an RAF jet, we're gonna be diverted to an air force base." She explained, before she took a long drink from a mug of coffee.
"Is that good for us, or not?" John asked.
"Well, it's not helpful, but unless you've got a bomb or nuke hidden in here, we should arrive in Vegas only one hour after planned."
"Which would be at what time?"
"About nine or nine thirty at night."
"Right, thanks for telling us." John nodded.
The co-pilot turned, and headed back the way she came, stopping only to throw the cardboard mug, which had held coffee, into a small bin by the toilet.
"That's no good, we're probably gonna be stuck at the air force base for hours, and they're more than likely to take the equipment off the plane." John said as he got his mobile ready, "as soon as we're on the ground, I'm going into the base and calling campus to try and get it sorted so we get out of here as quickly as we can."
The co-pilot pushed her head around the door into the main cabin, "We should be landing soon, put your seatbelts on please."
It was not the most comfortable of landings; the plane missed the runway the first time, and almost crashed into a field of cows. As it came around for it's second attempt at the landing. It landed. And stop about 10 meters before the runway ended.
"How pleasant, we almost became Big Macs twice then." James said as he smiled.
"Imagine being served up with mayo and tomato." Bruce said, shortly before the door on the side of the plane opened, and two uniformed US air force officers entered the main cabin.
[I would like to point out, that the lack of actual official stuff, with passports and such, is because I have no idea how it would actually happen.]
After their short break at the air force base, they arrived in Vegas about fifteen minutes before planned, which amazed john because he could have sworn they would not ever get there early. Unfortunately, James couldn't go through a normal airport, because of a training exercise just outside of Vegas, after which him and a training instructor robbed about $3,000, and then got caught cheating, and the police got a photo, however blurred, or James. But, this wasn't a problem, as they were landing at an air force base anyway.
[Again, sorry for the lack of actual passports and stuff being used here]
It took them a further hour to reach the hotel they were going to stay at from where they landed. When they arrived, James realised that it was right next to the one him and Mr Kazakov stole the money from. However, the one they were staying in was far larger
"It's huge!" James exclaimed.