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Ch.2 To the Airport!
"goodbye rick, do be careful." Evy kissed rick. "have fun ardeth." She turned to rick. "now, do you have everything?"
"from the size of his baggage, I say he does have everything." Joked ardeth.
"ha ha. Now get in the car." They both got in the car, rick at the steering wheel of course. The car trip to the airport was silent—men aren't good at sharing their feelings—that is, until they got there. Rick looked at his wristwatch.
"it's nine to five, we better hurry our asses up." They made ther way to the counter, with only four people ahead in line. So they waited, until they were next in line. The person at the counter was a lady who seemed pretty young, and spoke with an english accent.
"how may I help you?" said the lady.
"I belive we're taking flight 23." Said rick.
"passport sir." Said the counter lady. Rick's passport carried a mugshot the photographer made. His picture was taken as he was fixing his hair gone awry and talking at the same time. Ardeth's passport ID photo did not look any better either, in fact, it made him appear as though he were a terrorist of some sort. The counter lady typed something into the airport database and handed back their passport ID's and tickets. Then they got checked by airport security, who was a little Irish man short and stout and red haired.
"why hello laddie, I be scannin' ye now" the Irish man greeted as he took out a handheld metal detector. The scanner beeped many times as, for some reason, they were carrying many weapons on them. It did not take too long for the pile to stack up—they're pretty paranoid—and the whole pile of weapons had to be confiscated.
"Not the Thompson!" cried rick, he was of course talking about one of the guns.
"ye know, that be remindin' me o' a time when I was a young lad. Yes, I be shottin' squirrels an' rabbits an such with me shotgun me dad got me. I be skinnin' the fur off ye little creatures an' smashin in ye little skulls and there was times when the blood wo' just be a sprayin' evr' where!" the Irish security man laughed, "me dad be yellin' at me that day! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Rick and Ardeth simply glared at the man with a blank expression on their faces. The security man finally finished laughing.
"aye, you can pass." Said the security man. Rick and Ardeth boarded on to the plane taking off to the United States of America.
yeah, just in case you forgot, they are forced to take a 'third class' flight. This probably will not go well…