As Cold As the Deep Blue

First Impressions

Chapter Two 

First Impressions

"Flight 64 to Green Field is now boarding, please collect all your belongings and have your ticket ready." 

I sighed and grabbed my one carry on that only contained one weapon because the chances of someone attacking on an airplane are small, but still possible. 

'At least I get to fly first class' I couldn't even imagine having to sit for multiple hours squished in between two other people. And with my luck they would probably have ended up being someone who's air sick, or a woman with a crying baby or both. 

As I stood in line I thought back to how easy it was to get past security in this airport. 'Well it was easy for me.' 

I used my cell phone to momentarily deactivate the screen they use to see inside the luggage. But just a small enough glitch to let my baggage pass through unnoticed then I reactivated it. 

The weapons I was carrying that weren't in the bag was a different matter altogether. I had two fighting/throwing knives strapped to my inner forearms, hidden by my long sleeve shirt and jacket, and one longer one strapped to my back. 

Back at Grayson Academy I had spent weeks in the lab developing a weapon that cut like metal but wasn't. It was insanely difficult to find something that sturdy that wouldn't break once it came in contact with anything else. Now I have my own personal weapons that allow me to get through the metal detectors without hassle. 

I handed my ticket over to the woman on the other side of the counter and continued on my way to the plane, shouldering my bag. I passed through the doors of the plane and saw one of the two pilots nod to me. I nodded back with understanding. He was the only one on this plane who actually knows about my job and that I'm not just taking an innocent trip to Green Field. The academy informed him ahead of time to let him know that I was on the plane, just in case something happened. 

'1A...1B...2A...' I glanced down at my ticket and took the next seat, 2B. 

I took my iPod out of my bag and was in the middle of scanning through my playlists when I heard the most awful sound. 

"Ummm...like excuse me, does anyone like know where seat 2A is?" I looked up to see that the nasally voice belonged to a girl around my age with a face coated in makeup and long brown hair with too many products in it and an airhead look on her face. 

I snickered at the person that was stuck sitting next to her for the plane ride. Then to my horror, someone looked at her ticket and pointed to the seat next to me. 

I ripped out my ticket again to double check that I was in the correct seat. But to my dismay it said 2B on it in big bold letters. 

I looked up again to see her attempting to shove a giant bright pink carry on into the little overhead compartment. 

'You have got to be kidding me!' I thought to myself. 

She finally shoved her carryon in the compartment and sat down next to me with a satisfied smile on her face. If I thought she was just going to sit next to me quietly, boy was I wrong. 

She turned to me with a giant smile on her face and said "Hi! I'm Shelly! What's, like, your name!" 

"Blue" I replied with the least amount of enthusiasm, trying to give her a clue that I did not feel like talking with her, or in her case screaming. She had already managed to wake up a few passengers that were sleeping and make others turn their heads to stare at us. 

"Oh my god! I, like, love that name! Why are you, like, going to Green Field? I'm going home from the, like, vacation my parents like sent me on!" She said.