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Extra Passengers
Once the plane had left the ground, Max turned to his friend. Killian, he said, it appears we have some extra passengers."
He sighed. "So it would seem, yes".
"I'm dropping them off when we get a few states away. They MUST have-"
"No!" shouted Lucy, suddenly. "Somehow I got dragged into your little scheme, and I'll be damned if you scumbags let my friend and me take the blame. You are getting us out of this country."
Jack laughed. "Sorry lady, but-"
"You do realize I have a gun, right?"
"What are you gonna do, shoot me while we're in the air?"
"No, but as soon as you land anywhere other than someplace the two of us'll be safe, I will."
Jane raised her eye brows.
Max was quiet, and Killian smirked.
"C'mon mate, we could always put 'em to work..."
"What the HELL do you mean by that?" asked Jane
"Oh, you know..."
Jane, who sat directly behind him, suddenly reached over his seat and lodged an arm under his chin and pushed hard against his throat. His eyes widened in surprise as he legitimately started to lose air. Lucy trained her gun on him once more.
"Alright, asshole, this is how it's gonna work", started Jane
"Max!" Killian gasped, unable to fight back very well against the girl behind hit seat. "A-little help! p-lhease?"
Max was too busy laughing. Then, "Ja! ane. It's Jane right?!," he said, choking between laughs. She looked at him.
"Maybe".
"What's so goddamn funny?" asked Lucy.
"He! He didn't mean!" Max finally stifled his laughter and grinned, looking at Killian's bewildered expression. "Ahem. He didn't mean it like that. Though I suppose it serves the bastard right for suggesting it!"
Jane frowned, tightening her grip while Killian's eyes widened. Lucy had moved closer with her gun. "What'd he mean then", snarled Jane.
Max cleared his throat, looking a bit serious now. "Jane, lass you need to let go of him". She didnt. "NOW." Finally, she relented, and Lucy sat back, not letting go of her gun. Killian took a minute to breathe. "Bloody, girl", he gasped. Then chuckled slightly.
"There's a ship," he said, still wheezing a bit.
"A ship?"
"Yes...that's what I said". He frowned. " It's off the coast of Maine".
"What's that got to do with us? I thought you were going to Ireland".
"We are. By ship". He grinned at Max.
"Why not fly?"
"Well, it's complicated."
"You stole it didn't you!" groaned Lucy. Max grinned. "God damn it!" she added.
"I have every intention of returning it. Or at least, leaving it at a private port, still intact. I'm sure the guy will find it eventually".
Lucy glared at her friend. Remind me again how we got mixed up with these, she motioned her hands at the guys, lunatics?
Jane sighed. "Well, don't blame me. It was your idea to meet up at the museum."
"I tried calling you to tell you it-! You. You forgot your phone again didn't you."
"Maybe."
Lucy kicked the chair in front of her.
"Oi!" yelled max. "No kicking the pilot's chair!"
"I'm gonna kill you Jane."
Jane grinned.