Gangland: The Resurrection of Melbourne's Underworld {M.G.C}

A Change Of Plans

Michael

The week in Horsham had passed at a fucking ridiculously slow pace, and now we were leaving early. The fucking receptionist at our motel had tipped off our families and the cops, and Calum told us they would be on their way, "I think we need to take a long route to Adelaide," I told the beautiful pink haired girl, who was driving
"And what then Michael?" She scoffed, her eyes not leaving the road, "I don't know about your family, but I know mine,"
"What do you mean?"
"Let me continue," she said, I didn't say anything. I just waited, "my family is not that dense, they'll wait for us in Adelaide, they'll camp out at the fucking airport," she took a breathe, "we're better off getting there as quickly as possible,"
"We still have to stay somewhere Stel," I told her, "our flight to Sydney isn't until tomorrow afternoon,"
"I know that," she scoffed, "but what are we gonna do in that time? We're gonna be in Adelaide in three hours,"
"I don't know," I sighed
"They're gonna go straight through Horsham you know?"
"Yeah, once they know we're not there," I agreed
"Is Calum gonna report back that we left?" was the next question
"I don't know," I sighed, "I'll give him a call," and she nodded. I picked up my burner phone, and dialled Calum
"What's up Mike?" He asked, when he answered
"Are you going back to Melbourne?" I asked
"Yeah I'm about half an hour out of Horsham," he said
"Do you know if they sent someone or?"
"They did, I passed them about two minutes ago, I was about to call when I got to a servo,"
"Did you tell them we'd already fled the motel?" I asked, anxious for his answer
"No, Gatto told me not to alert anyone,"
"Good, so we'll have a couple hours on them then?" I asked
"Yeah you will," he told me, "my mate drove the Skyline back to the motel, he messaged me about ten minutes ago. They think that's the car you and Stella are in, so you're safe, for now,"
"That's all we'll ever be, safe for now,"
"You'll be fine once you get to America," he tried to reassure me, "no one knows about you still having contact with Hemmo,"
"Good and if you can keep it that way," I told him. I hung up the phone, shortly after
"So everything's okay?" She asked
"Yeah for now," I said, "we have a couple hours on them,"
"Good," she said, "I have an idea,"
"Go on,"
"What are the chances, we can get an earlier flight to Sydney? Like the earliest possible,"
"It'll cost money, but it's doable," I told her, "we can look when we get there,"
"Is there any chance we can look sooner? We can't hang out at the airport for too long,"
"Do these pieces of shit have data?" I asked
"I don't know," she kept her eyes on the road, "have a look," I looked at the phone and realised we had no service
"No service," I shrugged, "we have to wait until we get some,"
"Alright," she yawned
"Do you want me to take over?" I asked, "you probably should sleep,"
"I'm not gonna be able to sleep," she told me, "not until I know we're safe,"
"That's not gonna be for a while,"
"I know," she let out a heavy sigh
"Hey," I reached over and pulled her left hand off the steering wheel, "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, I promise," I pulled it up to my mouth and kissed the back of it, "we're gonna be okay, we'll get through this,"

Three hours later we arrived at Adelaide Airport, only to find out that because we had a connecting flight to Dallas from Sydney, the only way we could change our flight; would be to change our entire flight plan. Which was going to cost us. Not that money was an issue for Stella and myself, even now after we'd escaped. We'd both emptied our savings accounts, that neither of our parents had access too, other than the information deemed necessary to deposit our allowance; but they never used the bank. They gave us the cash instead. So it wouldn't look suspicious as to how they were getting the money they gave to us.
A staff member told us that there would be a cancellation fee for cancelling our flights, and that we wouldn't get a refund, as we were cancelling so close to our departure; and then we'd have to pay the increased fare of a last minute ticket. The cost of the new tickets didn't bother us too much though. Sure it put a dent in the money we had, but considering the amount we had, it wasn't that big of a deal.
Our flight to Sydney was at six am. Which was in three hours, and then our flight from Sydney was at eleven. With a two hour stop over in Los Angeles, "so what do we do for the next three hours?" Stella asked, once we'd gotten the tickets
"We find somewhere to eat?" I suggested, I was starving. We hadn't eaten since around four the previous afternoon. I assumed Stella would be hungry as well. She'd eaten a lot less than I had throughout the whole week
"Yeah, I guess," she shrugged, "I'm not really hungry though,"
"You've hardly eaten all week, Stel," I told her
"I know, I've lost my appetite," this always happened to her when she was stressed or scared. I could always pick up on it. She hadn't changed at all
"You're stressed yeah?" I asked
"How'd you know?" She took a seat on one of the chairs in the airport
"I know you, Stel," I said, "you always lose your appetite when you're stressed," even though until two weeks ago, we hadn't spoken since that night, when I fucked everything up, I could tell how she was feeling, just because of the habits that she had, that I'd picked up on when we were together.