"Isn't she beautiful?" Asked Tana as he yanked the sheet off his new CRJ100.
"Oh... My god! That is... Amazing... Honestly that is freaking awesome... But what the heck are you gonna do with her?!" Replied Garrett, astounded.
"Well what do you think we'll do? We're gonna paint her, do the interior, buy a few slots, pay back the bank twenty-seven mil and then business will be booming!" Explained Montana, exited.
"WHAT?! PAY BACK THE BANK TWENTY-SEVEN MILLION?! WHOA! WHAT THE... AAAARGH!!! AAAHAHAHA! WHAT THE HELL?! HA! TWENTY-SEV... AAAAH! OH MY GOD!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! YOU DID WHAT? YOU GOT A LOAN FROM THE BANK FOR TWENTY SEVEN MILLION?! WHAT THE HELL?! WAIT WE?! I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS... THIS... THIS SHIT! YOU FUCKIN' PSYCHO WHAT THE HELL... I... I... WAAA? BAAAARRRGHH" Cried out a clearly-distressed Garrett.
• • •
"Holy crap we just paid back twenty-seven million dollars to a bank in eight days. Humph" complained Garrett.
"So you in?" Asked a hopeful Cameron.
"I'll give you a shot. First, it needs a new livery" replied Garrett Kooi in dismay.
The next day, the '100 sported a new livery. It was mostly a darker shade of grey-silver with a red pinstripe down the side, directly below the windows. The wings were a factory grey, and the tail was red with a silver 'KT' on it, with the two letters combined.
'Koytana Transcontinental' was written in red down the side of the fuselage just under the stripe. The undercarriage was the same grey colour, and the engines were red. The winglets were red as well, and the 'Bombardier Canadair Regional Jet' text was written in red just above the rear of the wing. 'CRJ—100' was written in silver in the red stripe. The new livery was very vectoring. Very attractive.
The line ran from Fukuoka to Busan, the most profitable route in transportation history, with only two rival companies. Within two months, those two small companies were purchased by KT and the most profitable route in history gave Garrett and Tana $49 million a month.
Soon, a few law and public service firms were acquired, followed by the holding companies of the most profitable companies on earth. Within ten years, the duo refused to send the '100 into the field anymore. It lived in a hangar on Garrett's land. Ten years later, KT was the largest conglomerate the world had ever seen. They had planned to own every company and business out there by the time they died.
• • •
"Cameron! Come on! Cameron! Cam! Cameron! STORM!" Garrett chanted as he shook Montana's shoulders.
"Hey Kooi..." Whispered Cam.
"Goddammit, man, you scared the shit out of me!" Scalded Garrett.
"That's my job" chuckled Storm.
• • •
TWELVE YEARS EARLIER
"I need a vacation. Wanna come?" Asked Storm.
"Dickhead, you've known me long enough. Definitely!" Replied Garrett.
The campsite was all but empty. There were two occupants. Two cabins, each occupied. The first was taken by Garrett and Cameron. The second was occupied by a pair of girls.
The seventeen-year old Garrett and fourteen-year old Cam were laying in there adjacent bunks, reading. Garrett stared at a playboy magazine, reading only the articles and ignoring the erotic images. Cameron was about half-way through Moby Dick.
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A is for Ares
General Fiction[COMPLETE] A is a nameless man who goes by the first letter in the alphabet after a traumatic experience. He has found a cure to mental health - but he fails to realise his discovery's true nature. He doesn't know that he is a serial killer. Garrett...
