Aloha Argentina

Chapter 3

Josh and Megan walked together down the halls of the school. Well, it wasn't actually a 'school' per says. It was a university. They both studied medical sciences at Joseph Stalin University in St. John's, Newfoundland. They were lifelong friends however. They had met In 1st grade.
Megan had tried to take one of josh's Apple slices, only to be met with a first full of pain right in her face. She retaliated with a spinning kick, which landed right in Josh's pelvis. He fell to his knees in pain as Megan flexed her arm muscles and taunted him. She turned her back to him to show off in front of the other kids. Josh took this opportunity to launch his fist as deep into Megan's ass as it could possibly go. She paused. At that moment they both knew that they would be best friends for life.

Megan and Josh entered the shop class. There were allot of professionals here who knew what they were doing but there was only one man who had the resources which they needed. Mr. Gobbles, the professor. "Mr. Gobbles" Megan yelled across the large garage. Everyone paused to look at her for a moment, before resuming their work. Gobbles approaches them. "Hello megan! How is my favourite son in law?" He asked. "I'm a girl you old hag!" Megan retorted. "Well that's no way to treat 'yer uncle now is it?" "You aren't my uncle you retarded oaf! You are my step brother's, uncle's, nephew's, friend's, mom's, grandpa's, second cousin once removed's, retarded gay grandfather!" Megan stamped, now out of breath. "I just like to keep things simple Megan" he said disappointedly. "What is it that you have come to me for now? Money? Tutoring? A job?" He paused. "sex?" He said raising his right eyebrow. "No you dumb bitch! I'm here because I need you to make us a plane!" She said loudly. The old man spit out his coffee all over Megan's face. "A what? A fuckin' plane? 'Yu got any idea what goes into makin' a fuckin' airplane?" He said humorously. "'Ya need a engine, a body, some damn wings, rotors, wing flaps, cockpit, a bloody steering wheel! and oh yes did I mention? A degree in aerodynamics?!" He yelled. "Do you have any idea what it is I do for a living? I am an engineer and a teacher! I make carbparts and tell kids how to do the same! If I could make fucking airplanes, I would work at bloody NASA!" "Now Joseph please" Megan said with her hand outstretched. "Please Megan, call me Joe" said Mr. Gobbles. "Yes. Joe. If you can't make a plane than what are you good for?" Megan said without a hint or sarcasm. Joe slapped the palm of his hand against his face. "Get out! Now!" He said angrily. "Was it something I-" "leave me alone!" Joe yelled while flailing his arms. He began making ape noises and throwing things. The two of them quickly ran from the room. "What the actual fuck was that?" Asked josh. "Sorry" Said megan. "Sometimes he can be unreasonable".
A Indian boy was drinking out of a water fountain just beside the door they had exited. "Why do you guys need a plane he asked while lifting his head from the fountain. "We uhhh-" Megan stopped herself short of revealing their secret plans. "We are trying to go to Argentina and find hitler" said josh who clearly didn't understand what Megan had tried to do. "Hitler! Daddy senpai! I want in!" Said the boy he was probably about 22 years old. Megan and josh looked at each other and back at the kid, and then at each other again. "What can you do for us?" Asked Megan. "I am training to be a pilot and I believe I am very skilled at it." Megan and josh looked at each other and back at the kid. "You're in" they both said together. They shook his hand individually. His hands were greasy and smelled of curry. "What's your name?" Asked josh. "Rajesh" the boy answered.
"Welcome to the team Rajesh."