The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

Landing~Or Nevermind...

Cleo's POV

After the big fight, where someone tripped over me, I got back in my seat, and it was very quiet. the only thing that I heard was my shwineyness. Everyone else kept quite. I didn't know why, but it was kinda nice

"Cleo, are you still talking about that?" I heard Dimitri say.

I shook my head, "Cleo does what Cleo wants!" And I went back to looking at my diamonds.

"Well, a bunch of stuff did fall out of your pockets-"

"How dare you look in Cleo's pockets!" I say, "You are now Cleo's enemy, you could have raped Cleo! You will now be known as the rapist by Cleo!" I say, pointing at Dimitri. The others laugh, and Alagretto, who was looking for something to drink, smirks.

"So, if I'm the stripper, Cleo is shwiney the thief, Damien is the moron, and now Dimitri is the Rapist. It looks like we all have some nice nicknames, don't you think?" the Stripper says, walking back up to the driver-part, closing the door behind him, while I heard Riza stressed out, yelling at him, leaving me, and the others in the small plane, having a total of 12 seats, in rows of two seats only. It was quite roomy.

I stick my hand in my pocket, pulling out a spoon, as my eyes grow wide. "shwiney!!!!"

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Riza's POV

After hours of flying, and yelling at Alagretto to push buttons, Hawaii finally came in sight, and so did another thought.

"I know what we could do now!" I say, fixing the radio, so I could ask for permission to land, "We could travel the world, and take out the AOU, whenever we find them. We can't keep running. It just is silly. We need to fight back!"

"Well, you will have to talk to the rest of the team, but let's land this thing, and relax while we come up with a plan."

"Okay," I said, switching on the radio, "This is private air 2689, requesting a landing,"

"Request accepted, please go to gate D49," I froze for a moment. Never have I ever landed here. But hopefully, I could learn...fast.

"Rodger" I shifted the gears, turning the plane fast, as I saw the 'D' landing area. The plane tilted, almost sideways, as I heard the others in the back slightly scream. I put the wheels down, radioing over to to the others, "I advise you to hold onto something, and, fasten your seat belts, because this is going to be rough!" I shout, throwing my hands off my headset, and onto the controls, and flipping switches, and turning the plane coming in to the runway, not centered, and professional, but semi-okay.

when we landed, I felt proud. Yeah, proud, and lucky. Mostly lucky, because that was a close call. I could have forgot all of this.

My sweat that was poring off of me, faster than ever finally stopped, my mussels untensed, and I think after a while, I could finally stop shaking.

"I-I did it!" I say, relieved, pulling up to the gate, watching the men in orange coats lead me to pull up to the gate. The few that looked at me, and Alagretto, questioned my age, but I didn't care...I was alive.

After taxing, and getting hooked up, I sighed in relief, standing up, not even bothering to take off my wireless headset, Alagretto did the same, standing up fast, but pulling me close, kissing me.

My eyes widened, while half my brain was screaming, WTFH, only in words, not the abbreviation, in about all the languages I knew. The other half, let's just say was somewhat confused, and enjoying it.

At the same time, the others all opened the door, looking at what we were doing, their mouths dropping open, like a Venus fly trap to attract flys. Even Cleo's who was surprisingly not in her shwiney world.

I pulled away, asking my typical question, "What the hell was that for?"

But I knew I was gonna get it.