The inside of the plane, which Jack told me is called the "NNC566" or' White Bird', is very CIA-ish. It has like a section where we will seat (First-Class type section). Then there is this very modernized section with screen monitors all around and some people sitting in front of them in office chairs. They look at me and some shake my hand.
Then I walk down that section and reach where the crew is sitting. Jack helps me put my only suitcase on top of where I'm going to seat. I'm sitting next to Melvin; Sean next to Stones and Chris next to Alice (Of course).
Here goes 9 hours and 30 minutes of my life in this very uncomfortable all-leather outfit. I swear I look like the girl terminator or something.
Two hours in and Melvin told me all about what he did after our break-up. I was on my phone 90% of the time so I really did not pay that much attention. Oh yeah and we will be getting our undercover phones once we land in England. That means our american phones need to stay off just in case some enemy group tries to track us down. I'm highly concerned on that part; what enemy groups? Why would they want to fight us? Will they fight us?
"......but then I won the race and cashed everything in.." Melvin continues and I nod my head as he keeps going. I turn my head to the left and spot Sean. He is talking to Stones in a convo that seems super exciting; I bet Stones is telling him about his crazy spy adventures. In front of me, Chris and Alice are talking about family. Chris is not the type to talk about those things which is weird.
"....I crashed it though. Can you believe that?" Melvin asked. Then he gets annoyed. "I'm boring you aren't I ?" I turn to face him and shake my head.
"No, no..." I'm not the best liar. I sigh. "...I'm just tired Melvin..". He stays silent for a moment and then looks back.
"Let's tour the White Bird?" That sounds good. I put my phone in some space next to my mega huge seat. We walk through the kitchen first and eat something, then we walk back across where we were sitting to go to the modernized area. It's pretty big. I spot Jack talking to some guy next to a monitor. I observe the screens, some have a world map with all these lines and dots on them. Other's have footage of cameras and stuff. I walk around and look at them, Melvin started talking to the people who operate them.
"Before we land, I'll get you guys to come out here and have a brief meeting." Jack says as Melvin and I walk towards him.
"Okay." I nod my head. "Melvin and Alice will need the computer system, the portable one."
"Yeah, that will be given to them in a few hours." Jack says turning his gaze back to a computer screen. He looks concerned.
"What's going on?" Melvin asks.
"Looks like we might have a minor issue, but get back to your seats. I'll let you know if anything serious pops up."Jack says escorting us to our seats.
I find Sean sitting in my seat. I give him a nasty expression.
"Get your ass up." He smiles. This kid...He gets up and I shove him to the side. He gets his pillow and throws it at me. I get my pillow and start hitting him. We are laughing and joking around.
"Guys stop. " Stones says standing up and taking our pillows. I sit down in my seat still laughing.
"I got you later." Sean says trying mock me. I am unbothered though.
"Not scared." I come back at him.
Some three, maybe four hours later, we hold a meeting with Jack in the modernized room. We all stand in a circle. There has been a change of plans; we are going to land in Northern Spain in a city called 'La Coruna'. We will have to stay there for at least a day and then catch a private plane to England. This is all due to some security issues just so everything remains undercover. On the good note we are two hours from reaching that city, that means less time in this damn outfit.
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