Little Blue World: Installment #2

Chapter 3

They tugged the books along and placed them on the black belt. "I feel sorry for ya, man. I know just how it feels to have to carry your gal's bags. Especially all 'round the airport," The airport man said with a deep scottish accent.

"She's not my gal, sir," Benedict said.

"No, but she's mine. Interpol, sir. License for the weapons," Vyacheslav said coming up behind them.

"I saw ya on the telly! My gawd! You're those crazy fools who went huntin' for the homicidal freak in the Jappies!" He exclaimed.

"I've never heard anyone call Japan the Jappies in my life, but yes. We are," Benedict told him.

"Well, I honor your service. My cousins niece's best friend was one of them girls. She woulda fallen apart without you all. Tell all your mates I say thank you," He replied. "Bless your hearts!"

"Can we just get on the plane?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes. Sorry, I've been a holdin' ya up. Here ya go," He said opening the gate for them. They smiled weakly and grabbed the bags.

Vyacheslav grabbed his bags and the heaviest bag.

"Oh! Dear, what do you have in here?" He asked taking a huff.

"Books. Lost of them, and my thesis," Rebecca responded.

"Your thesis was on engineering hearts and brains for transplant using electrical currents and electrodes, right?"

"Yes."

"The work was theoretical, right?"

"Not theoretical, but proposed."

"Proposed. Hmm...I like that word," Vyacheslav responded.

"I swear to God if you get down on one knee in this airport I will kill you," Rebecca told him.

"On the plane?" He asked nicely.

"Anytime between now and the next six months," She responded.

"I'll be eagerly waiting," He responded.

"I love-erm...dougnuts. I'm going to go buy one. Vych, want one?" She asked.

"Their not nut free," Vych responded.

"I brought an Epi Pen," She said threateningly.

"Fine. But you buy one with nuts, and I throw it away," Vych threatened back.

"Do you want one, Dvoynev?" She asked. When she called him by his last name, she was exasperated with him. There's a code to what Rebecca was feeling when she talked to him:

Dvoynev = Exasperated/Annoyed

Vych = Regular

Vyacheslav = Sad/Slightly exasperated/Beat him at poker

Him = Snappy

Idiot = Snappy

Dear = Happy

MOTHER FLEDGIN CRAZY EFFING (enter obscenities) = Vych told her that he thought he was a bit smarter than her. Run...and throw in some zigzags.

Vyacheslav Dvoynev! = Run.

The whole Mother Fledgin Crazy Effing thing only happened once when Vych won Cluedo, and he was feeling a bit to proud, and laughing a bit to hard.

So when Rebecca called him Dvoynev, he mentally cringed. "Um...no."

"What sort of cop doesn't want donuts, Dvoynev?" She asked.