Maru's Various Charries (mm_maru) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-03-19 00:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | urquhart |
Somewhere between Thursday and Friday, very far off and above grounds...
Rapidly getting closer to the City and Morningstar Manor, a contract killer was dozing in a business class seat, looking out at the clouds below.
They looked like untouched snow.
In transit, the contract killer had not a care in the world.
He didn't didn't have anything to hide. He didn't carry any cash or weapons with him (Bringing arms to America?! Talk of owls and Athens!), and the only thing that had caught the attention of the airport security personnel when he'd gone on board had been the rest of the cheesecake he'd made for the nice gingery woman he'd spent the last few nights with.
He'd wrapped it in tinfoil instead of stealing one of her Tupperware containers. His own fault. Security had confiscated the un-X-rayable object sight unseen, not even allowing him to open the package to show them, or eat it up there and then. No, presumed cheesecake was apparently Evil, and he had resigned himself to his loss.
The air hostesses queueing up behind him had tittered and giggled, and treated him to nice things ever since he'd come aboard. Later, they'd only remember the fun older guy who'd mourned his lost cheesecake, and not a tall scary stranger.
The cute little blonde who'd been bringing him scotch just now was turning back to look at him over the rows of snoring passengers, winked at him, and vanished behind a curtain that led, presumably, to a certain cramped but private place.
After two and a half minutes, Urquhart got up and followed her. A visit to the Mile High Club was always fun.
So his cheesecake had not been sacrificed in vain.