Crash Landing [✓]

05

Chapter Five | DO YOU MISS PUSSY GALORE?

"We're flying economy class despite you being filthy rich?"

Was he being serious? This couldn't possibly be happening right now. In the films that I watched, the rogue Agent was always utterly rich and loaded with more luxury than anyone could imagine. The perks of working for the government surely had to include some perks, right?

But apparently I was sorely wrong about that.

My thumb nail slightly tore as I clambered after Milo into the busy, stinking airplane — flooding with families going on vacation and whiney little babies.

I desperately needed a manicure. And a bubble bath. And some TLC, some alone time from being around Milo too much —

I needed release.

I pouted and disappointedly stared at the chipped away red on my thumb and let out an exasperated sigh, watching Milo place our baggage above us.

"Lola dear, it's for your own good." Milo said in an amused tone as he cautiously sought out our seats with non-existent leg room. I pulled a face at him childishly and stuck my tongue out.

Lola was to be my current identity until we landed in Ohio and according to him it was all about preserving my real identity and so was he —but it simply made no sense since no one was chasing after us with a gun right now.

The fake passport was also excessive, portraying a young woman with string like brown hair — not remotely similar in appearance to me, shabby looking and well, lacking general hygiene.

"Am I supposed to be your ugly sister? Why couldn't I be your hot wife instead?" I asked him for the hundredth time. "How did the airport security team not question this hideousness? I'm cute — this Lola person isn't. The only similarity we have is the sweatpants we just happen to be wearing."

"Yes, step sister," Milo responded for possibly the ten billionth time, pulling at his hair while trying to find comfort next to the window, "I have poor photoshopping skills —but I did my best. I mean we could have used your true self to plaster this page," His finger pointed at Lola (or more accurately me) humorously.

"But that's no fun — I thought it would be nice for a change to give you a taste of being in someone else's shoes, someone who could maybe be your slob alter ego. You don't always have to be so priss and proper Ada. Don't tell me you're not even slightly thrilled at having another identity. We've had to go to these lengths so you can travel with me. Come on, I'm Brian too for the flight." He laughed.

"Tell me again why we're not taking the jet you own?" I retorted cruelly, settling into my seat next to him, as he finished his explanation.

Although I currently sounded like a gold digger, craving luxury and glamorous means of travel — I was only being true to myself and him.