The Gang Girl

Chapter 4- Landing

AN// Sorry guys, action in the next chapter, this is just the final run up to a bit of ass kicking. Bare with me guys//

The seatbelt light flashes on and the flight attendants start walking up and down the aisles, collecting rubbish, telling people to turn off and pack away their electronics, put their trays up, prepare for landing, blah, blah, blah.

"Perfect timing." Blue mumbles to me as the businessman goes off at the flight attendant who is only doing her job and telling him to close his computer. Like buddy, seriously, your work will still be there when you get off the plane.

"I know right? I thought he was going to put his fist through the screen." I say under my breathe.

He chuckles quietly.

"12 hours on a plane, we just spent roughly 8 and a half hours watching Marvel movies." He shakes his head in wonder.

"Yes, well Captain America, Captain America and the Winter Soldier plus both of the Avengers films is bound to kill some time." I yawned.

"I'll just be glad to get off the plane and into a bed." He sighs, while stretching as much as he can with the tiny space we had been sitting in for the past 12 or so hours we had been on the plane.

"I just hope my ride is already there." I groan, fidgeting in my seat to ward off the oncoming stiffness from being in a tiny confined space for hours.

"You know people here?" The surprise in his tone is evident.

"Yeah, like I said earlier, I'm going home and well, I'm only part German. I was at a boarding school, "connecting with my ancestry" as my father puts it, and now that I've finished school and gotten caught up in that other stuff, I'm coming home to my multicultural family." I smile softly at the last part.

My half Russian, half German dad. My American mother. Plus my two brothers and baby sister. And her.

"Multicultural? What, are you an alien?" He jokes.

"Yeah bro, totally." I snicker.

"Where are you staying?" I question him and a faint blush rises in his cheeks.

Awww cute.

My conscience squeals. I cringe at her but don't retaliate. After all, it's true.

"I'm going to have to find somewhere to stay. I booked a flight as soon as I could to get away, so now I'm kind of just winging it."

I sigh and shake my head. Silly, silly boy. It's the middle of the holidays here in America, he'll be hard pressed to find somewhere to stay. Especially here in Miami.

"You can stay with me." I inform him.

"Wha- no, really- I." He sputters, shocked.

I don't blame him, but after 12 hours of bonding, he's kind of grown on me.

"You're staying with me, so shut up." I say.

"Fine." Elijah huffs, but he's smiling all the same.

Before I can respond, a captain's announcement comes on over the speakers and we stop talking to listen.

"Ladies and Gentleman, as our descent begins into Miami, I would please like to ask you to double check your seats have been put back, your trays are locked away, have your seatbelt fastened and make sure any carry-on luggage has been stowed away under the seat in front of you, or in the overhead lockers. The cabin crew will be around shortly to gather any remaining rubbish and glasses. Thank you."

I clap my hands in delight and give a little squeal. I'm almost home.

Elijah grins at me, while the businessman looks at me, almost as if he's highly insulted by my excitement.

Oh fuck off, you grumpy man.

My conscience snaps and sticks the finger up at him.

I grin at her in my head. You go girl.

I can feel the plane turning and tilting downwards as we head towards the ground. Like the child I am, I turn to the window to look at Miami from the sky at 8:45 in the morning. Bathed in an autumn glow, but the beaches still sparkling all the same.

"I missed you." I breathe softly.

It was true. I had spent the last 7 years in Germany at boarding school and visiting my dad's family that is scattered throughout Germany and Russia. I hadn't been home since I was 14. The christmas holidays before my third year in the foreign country started was the last time I had been home, and I had missed this place so much.

I was 14, small, unruly long blonde hair, blue green eyes with a cute, demure little personality and my nose always stuck in a book the last time anyone from my family had well and truly seen me. Now I am 19, taller, with tamed hair and a resting bitch face that could freeze hell. But the book thing hadn't changed. I feel sorry for the man who has to carry the boxes with my books in them into the house.

I hear the landing gear being lowered and the wing flaps being adjusted and I turn to stare at Elijah, grinning like a kid at christmas. He laughs outright at me and takes a photo of me on his phone that must be on plane mode. Brave man, taking a photo of me. But I don't care. At least I don't at the moment.

The plane straightens up and I can now see the runway and the airport in the background.

"Cabin crew please take your seats. Passengers, this is the last call to make sure your seatbelts are in place and all luggage is stowed away under the seat in front of you or in the overhead carriers. We have been cleared for landing and will arrive at Miami airport very shortly."

"Your so excited, I can tell from the look on your face." Blue noted.

I nod my head at him.

"You would be too if you hadn't been home since you were 14."

"14? Wow." He gasps.

"Mmmhmm."

I stare out my window with anticipation until the plane bumps down onto the landing strip and the rumble of the jet gets louder as it shoots down the runway before slowing down as the captains taxi it to a standstill in front of Miami airport terminal 3.

"Ladies and Gentleman we have touched down in Miami airport. Local temperature is a brisk 5 degrees celsius/ 41 degrees fahrenheit. Local time is 9:00 am. On behalf of the flight crew, we would like to thank you for flying with us today and hope you enjoy your stay in Miami. Please wait for the cabin crew to direct you to open the doors before you disembark the plane in an orderly way. Thank you."

There's a sudden burst of movement as everyone gets up out of their seats to get their luggage out of the overhead lockers and off of the plane. The noise starts to gradually increase as it finally clicks with people that they are on the ground again and that they don't have to be as quiet as they were.

"Sweety don't forget your jacket."

"I'm so tired."

"Where did that bookmark go?"

All around Elijah and I, people are scrambling to get off the plane and we aren't really that different.

Except we have to wait for the the businessman to finally get his shit together and move before we can actually get off the plane.

Something feels off though. I mean, this businessman looks like he would be the first one off of the plane, yet he's dwaddling?

As everyone empties off of the plane and the flight attendants start towards the front of the plane to talk to the captains and stuff, my feeling of unease starts to build.

"Fighter you okay?" Blue says, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"No, she isn't. Because her sharpened little instincts know something is up." The businessman says, slipping a handgun out of his coat and pointing at me.

"Alexis? What's he talking about?" Blue pipes up, his grip on my shoulder tightening.

"Well Blue, this is why I left Germany." I say grimly.

Dramatic gasp. Did I just do that? Yes, yes I did. Deal with it... or keep reading, ya know, whatever you want ;-)