Not a single word passed between Deirdra and Alister as they rode the elevator to the basement. Deirdra could tell her companion was still on edge, and she didn't want to risk setting him off again -even though she desperately wanted to question him about his agenda. Did he seriously plan on detaining Kaiba at the airport and suckering him into an impromptu duel? How did he think he could even gain access to the private airport? Kaiba would have more than enough security guards to take care of a few bikers. Or so she thought. They climbed on their motorcycles, started the engines, and took off. Deirdra let Alister lead the way through the tunnels and passages that took them out of the building and up on to the street. Once on the freeway, they rode side-by-side whenever the traffic permitted it. Deirdra found that she didn't mind being on a motorcycle so much, now that she was in the driver's seat. Not that she minded having an excuse to put her arms around Alister. He looked hot on a motorcycle. But she didn't look so hot falling off the back of one so, given the choice, she would always take her own wheels over someone else's.
As they neared Kaiba's airport, Alister made a sharp right, bypassing the main gate. He turned onto a narrow dirt track that ran parallel to the chainlink fence that bordered the property. When they had gone a ways on this, he stopped and cut the engine. He then dismounted and proceeded to unzip the pack that was strapped to the back of his bike. From it he removed a compact size pair of bolt cutters and a compressed Spacebag containing some charcoal and white garments. He tossed the Spacebag to Deirdra, saying "Hang on to this". Then he used the bolt cutters to remove a section of the fence. He slipped through the opening he had created and beckoned Deirdra to follow. She hesitated. "What about our bikes? What if somebody steals them?", she asked. "Won't do them much good without this", Alister answered, holding up the key to his vehicle. Deirdra pocketed her own key and joined him on the other side of the fence. They ran low to the ground, as they headed for a maintainance building across the parking lot. When they reached it, they flattened against the wall and took a moment to catch their breath. Deirdra was surprised that an alarm hadn't been sounded or guards sent after them yet. That fact didn't ease her troubled mind any though. Just because they hadn't ran into any difficulties yet, didn't mean that they wouldn't. "Seto isn't one to cut corners when it comes to protecting his property, so expect trouble", she warned Alister. The redhead smirked and said "I came prepared". He reached into the inner pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a can of silly string. Deirdra gave him an odd look. "Courtesy of Valon. Turns out Crocodile Dundee is good for something", he explained. "But what is that good for?", Deirdra asked. "You'll see", Alister replied. He held the can with his finger poised above the button and jumped around the corner of the building. The security camera mounted above the door started a sweep. He sprayed it with the silly string until the lens was obstructed. Next, he put the bolt cutters to work again -this time cutting off the padlock that secured the building from unathorised visitors. He and Deirdra went inside and shut the door. "Put this on", Alister instructed, opening the Spacebag and removing a pilot's uniform.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"Fine. Give it here."
He pitched the wad of clothes to her. She stood holding them.
"What are you waiting for?"
"You to turn around."
"What if I don't?"
"Then I'm not putting them on."
He sighed and turned around.
"No peeking either."
"Whatever you say. After all, you're the boss."
Deirdra was relieved to find that his sarcasm was good-natured this time.
It only took her a few minutes to change from her own clothes into the uniform. Ironicly, the smart, white blouse and matching charcoal skirt and blazer were closer to the kind of stuff she was used to wearing than the jeans and t-shirt were. Her black Converse looked a bit odd with such professional clothes though. Pumps would have been more appropriate. Of course, Alister, being a guy, hadn't thought of that. He did give her a pilot's cap though. She pulled her hair back and stuck the cap on at a jaunty angle. "Good. Now you turn around", Alister said. She did so with no argument. When he gave the okay, she faced him. He was now attired as an airplane pilot himself. The style and colours of the clothing was identical to her own, minus the skirt. "Let's go", he said. They repacked the Spacebag with their street clothes, exited the maintainance building, and strode across the parking lot towards the waiting jet that belonged to her cousin. Someone had already switched on the engine and the lights. Flashers blinked at regular intervals along the runway. The sun was low in the sky and evening was approaching. "What exactly are we doing?", Deirdra asked Alister. He cast a sideways look at her and kept walking. They reached the plane. The ladder was down. Alister ascended the stairs. "I thought you were going to duel Kaiba?", Deirdra shouted, quickening her pace. Alister looked down at her from the top of the stairs and said "I am". "Then why the costumes?", she asked. He rolled his eyes. Was she really that slow to catch on? "Just shut up and come on", he said in exasperation. She tromped up the stairs and ducked inside the plane. Alister quietly shut the door and headed for the cockpit. She stayed in the main seating area. After a few minutes, she heard a 'thwack', a muffled cry, and a thud. She ran in the direction Alister had went, thinking he might be hurt. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on the point of view), someone else had been on the receiving end of the blow. The real pilot. Alister drug the listless man into a closet to get him out of sight, then assumed the pilot's seat. Deirdra made a reluctant co-pilot. Through the windshield of the plane, she saw a limo pass through the gate. Seto Kaiba, no doubt. "Showtime", Alister said, grinning.