The aircraft we got to ride in was a modified Osprey and I was so glad Ripcord was our pilot. Too bad, no matter how hard I strived to entertain myself, the long ride was agonizingly boring. Therefore, when we arrived at Patrick Air Force Base I was particularly tossing people out of my way out. I hurried onto the runway, bags in hand and my katana strapped across my back, and dropped to my knees, placing a kiss on the Tarmac. My black and red Shelby Boss Cobra sat yards away from where we had landed beside Jane's custom Ford Raptor and a plain black van.
"Ben drove it down with Mark," Jane explained grimly, holding out a set of keys. "Get off the ground and put your stuff up, the guys can survive for a minute or two without you."
I obeyed, picking up my singular duffel and slinging my backpack over my shoulder, and gave her a long one-sided hug before I sprinted towards my car. I popped the trunk and unlocked the doors using the small remote that I removed from the keychain Jane had given me so the car couldn't start without me in it. I chucked my bags into the way back of the trunk, leaving room from the guys' luggage, and pulled my iPod out. I walked around to the front of the vehicle and laid myself down in the middle of the hood. With my ankles crossed and my fingers laced behind my head, I rested, Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy blaring in my ears and my foot tapping out the beat. I barely noticed the sound of the horn over the bass and guitar in The Good Left Undone by Rise Against. I rolled onto my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows, and raised an eyebrow at Duke through the windshield.
"Do you seriously want my battery to die?" I yelled at him over both horn and music.
I pulled out my earbuds a second before he let off the horn. I shifted into an upright seated position then leaped off the hood. I covered a big yawn with my hand as I asked, "So, who's sitting with me in the back?"
"Timber and Snake-eyes," somebody answered as I squeezed myself through the third door.
As Snake wedged his self in, I had Timber standing on my lap. The wolf compared to its size must have weighed close to a hundred pounds so I was grateful to Snake for moving as quickly as he did. I was particularly asleep by the time everyone was situated. I passed Duke up my iPod so he could hook it up to the car's stereo. My eyes closed to the opening of Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz.
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