Crown Of Hearts

Chapter 3

The jet if you could call it that was an unsafe looking thing. Both doors had been pried off the handles, the small jet itself was an odd combination of old metal and new metal and was that bullet holes in the body?

Peter helped me into the plane and threw Ian to the back.

" Don't worry. Those aren't bullet holes, it was just Zak and Ian messing about with a screwdriver." Peter clarifies. That didn't make me feel better.

" Hey, I'm not luggage you know that right? Treats Clara like a princess and me like a bag of rocks." Ian mutters.

" How's your foot?"

" I'll live."

" Who's driving this thing?"

" Zak."

That's when the jet roared to life. The start was a bit rocky, it was like the jet had a mind of its own. My nails dug into the armrest which unfortunately was shared by me and Ian. He winched when my nails dug into his skin but didn't say anything. The jet jerked to the left and I gasped.

" It's okay. It always starts like this." Ian reassured.

But as soon as they took to the skies. The ride became smoother.

I screamed, " Why is he out here?"

Zak pushed the curtain back and stepped out.
" Don't worry. The whole thing practically flies itself."

" Practically. Last time he said that we almost ended in the middle of the Atlantic." Ian whispers.

" Don't scare her." Peter scolded. I like Peter. He seems like the most level headed of the group.

" She's pretty. Brown eyes, dark hair, tan skin." Zak said. It didn't even seem like a compliment when he came out of his mouth.

" What you think Peter?"

Peter looked at me, his head tilting slightly.
" The girls in the F.division are prettier." He dismissed. Wow okay. Maybe you're not my favorite.

" Once we land inside the warehouse. We need to decide where you go. I don't think you should be working in mechanics because we gotta keep you nice and clean for the mornings, you don't particularly seem like you would do well in Peter's line of work and Ian's job is- well let's not go there. I know. Undercover work."

" Is that really a good idea Zak? Clara seems more on the...delicate side. Perhaps we should put her with Nadia in planning." Peter cut in.

" Clara can you organize over a hundred peoples' schedules and cater to their individual needs."

I blinked, " I don't think I can."

" Okay, how would you like to join the undercover team?"

" Sure, whatever you want me to go." my thoughts wandered back to the man. How could I trust any of them?

I yelped as the jet rocked up and down. My fingers curling tightly around the back of Ian's hand.

" I think you should return back to controls because Clara draws blood." Ian choked out.

Peter looked alarmed, " I'll get the sleeping tablets."

" Good idea," Ian said.

How Peter managed to walk to the back of the plane and return without falling on his ass is beyond me.

" Here, take one." He held out a tiny blue tablet and a small bottle of water.

I refused it. No matter how nice these guys seem, I didn't trust them with my unconscious body.

" Come on Clara," Peter's voice softens, " The warehouse is another half an hour away."

I bit my tongue when the jet literally started to fall out of the sky. Peter's eyes widen and he grabbed on to the back of my seat for support.

I squeaked, I got a nose full of his cologne and sneezed.

" Bless you," Ian said.

Peter pulled himself upright, " Okay how about this. We all take a tablet. Since you don't trust us, we'll prove it to you."

" I am not taking the tablet. Last time I did, I woke up with a killer headache." Ian interjected.

Peter glared at him, " Unless you want to hold Clara's hands for the next half an hour. I suggest you take the damn thing."

" Okay, okay." He held his hand out and took the tablet down dry.

He made a face, " That's fucking disgusting. Did Linsey make it even more bitter than the last time?"

Ian's eyes began to flutter and he yawned.
" Wow fast reaction time," his words came out slurred and he was asleep.

" See perfectly safe," Peter said and I squirmed in my seat.

" I'm sorry but I still don't trust you."

Peter sighed, " It's okay. I understand. If it makes you feel better you can hold on to me." He sat down next to me and proceeded to help me tighten the seatbelt.

" You didn't tighten it enough." He mutters.
" That's so dangerous. Please remember next time."

I nodded. Peter settled into the seat and before long he was asleep too. His arms were crossed and frankly, he looked, even more, intimidating asleep than awake.

Zak appeared again and chuckled at the sight of me, a girl sandwiched between two large teenage boys.

" Let me guess. Sleeping tablets."

" Well Ian took a tablet and Peter just fell asleep."

" Ian? I'm surprised. Last time he took one, he spends four days in bed just moaning about how I should just kill him." He went to the back and returned with two bottles.

" It's green tea."

" Thanks."

He sat across from me, " You really don't trust us do you?"

The question surprised me and I awkwardly laughed.

" What?"

" You nearly amputated Ian's foot with a fire poker and you refused the sleeping tablet even though you knew it was safe and you're terrified in this jet."

I bit the inside of my cheeks, " I don't know how to respond to that."

" I don't expect you to. It's just an observation," Zak waves his hand, " I really do like you Clara and I think you would make a great addition to the division so I hope you learn to trust us a little."

He held out the same tiny tablet.

I don't know what compelled me but I reached over and without thinking too much swallow the pill.