Not Completely Crazy

Chapter 9

Chapter 9: SHINEY!

The flight to the convention location was short and utterly boring for the pouting weapons technician. Highlander gave up halfway through the flight trying to engage her in a conversation.

"We'll be landing shortly. And will you please stop pouting? You finally get to go a mission!" Highlander said from his seat across from her.

"Well excuse me for being annoyed at the requirements of this mission," Haywire said as she touched up her makeup in the reflective surface of the jet. "And besides, I have the right to be mad at you," Haywire said as she averted her eyes to look at Highlander in her peripheral.

"Why do you have the right to be mad at me? I haven't done anything," Highlander shouted in indignation.

"Because all you did while I was tied to the chair was laugh at me," Haywire shouted as she crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat.

"Oh come on you needed the dresses for this mission. It would have gone a lot smoother for you if you just cooperated in the first place," Highlander said while he shrugged his shoulders as though it was the obvious answer. Haywire glared in response.

They landed at the airport and were escorted to the limo that was waiting to take them to the hotel where the convention was held at.

"Oh nice! I have never ridden in a limo before. I-I mean not one this nice," Haywire said when she realized that the privacy screen was still down.

"I was unaware that you were displeased with your limos, Ms. Rosenfield. I will make sure that your limos are replaced with new ones," Highlander replied, easily slipping into his security role of the mission.

"Thank you Mr. Burnett," Haywire replied with a voice that spoke levels of confidence that she did not have. Once Haywire was assured that the driver was no longer suspicious, she turned her gaze to watch the buildings of New York City go by in a blur of gray and bright neon signs. They arrived in front of the Plaza Hotel around 5:30 in the evening.

"Welcome welcome! Am I save to assume that you are part of the weapons convention Madame?" The host asked as Haywire and Highlander walked into the lobby.

"Yes she is. This is Ms. Hayley Rosenfield and I am her personal guard," Highlander replied as he walked in front of Haywire so as to block part of the host's vision of her.

"Only one guard Madame?" the host asked in disbelief.

"I'm not the head of a weapons corporation for nothing sir. I am capable of handling myself in a situation. I just like having a wall of muscle walking beside me," Haywire replied casually as she sauntered up to the host. "Now I would like the key to my room. I'm very exhausted and I would like to freshen up before I join the others for conversation and demostration," Haywire continued as she hardened her gaze at the host.

"Yes of course! One moment if you please," the host said as he quickly walked over to the check in desk to fetch hers and Highlander's room keys. "I do hope you enjoy your stay and the convention Madame," the host replied with a quivering voice when he noticed that Highlander glaring at him.

"I'm sure I will," Haywire replied as she motioned for the bellhop to follow them to the elevator. It only took them a few moments for them to locate their rooms and tip the bellhops graciously. "It's about time! I need to get out of this bloody dress!" Haywire exclaimed as she kicked her heels off and let her hair down. "Hallelujah I was able to at least get some dress suits. If I had to wear a dress every day for this mission I was going to go nutso!" Haywire said as she unpacked one of the suits and her toiletries. After a brief shower, Haywire dressed herself in a black pant suit with a black short sleeve blouse and a bright green tie and some conservative black pumps. She pulled some of her hair back in a half ponytail and left the rest loose.

"So much for no neon colors huh?" Highlander said when she walked out of her room to meet him.

"They didn't know I had neon ties so I just let them believe they won the neon fight. Now can we head down to the convention? I want to see how many weapons I can make and improve," Haywire said as she headed to the elevator doors.

"What if there's something that you don't need to improve?" Highlander asked as the doors of the elevator opened.

"Then I need to find some way to defeat them or make them obsolete," Haywire replied with a "duh" tone of voice.

"You and your thought process," Highlander said with an amused huff.

"Yeah well it's thanks to my thought process that ya'll get new weapons and technology so I wouldn't complain," Haywire said as she strutted out of the elevator and down the hall to the convention. "Oh. My. Gummy bears," Haywire said when she walked into the meeting room the convention was held in. Weapons of various styles were being shown off by corporations around the world.

"Now I see why Hawk asked you to come. Just from the few moments and hearing all this technical mumbo jumbo and I'm already lost," Highlander said as he tried to decipher the technical terms that he was hearing. He looked over at Haywire to find that her eyes were blown wide and she was bouncing like a kid in a candy store. "You alright?" he questioned cautiously.

"There's so many things that are...are..." Haywire started as she continued to look around.

"Are?" Highlander prompted.

"SHINEY!" Haywire shouted with childlike glee that brought attention to the duo. Highlander tried very hard to not burst out laughing, but he was unsuccessful as he watched the weapons tech bounce from one weapon to another and asked questions about each individual weapon. Highlander simply smiled and chuckled as he kept a close watch on her.