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Airplane Trivia - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Is there anything that I can assist with sir?” I rolled my eyes as I leaned my head back against my seat in annoyance.

This is the third time she's asked this to Mr. Brooding and Lonely over here.

I shot him look saying to make it stop but he ignored me as he typed away at his phone.

“Not at the moment.” He responded not even taking the time to look up at the woman.

Honestly, if you wanted his attention all you have to do is ask. Or piss him off. Which ever comes first.

I eyed her as she walked away, keeping her head high and her smile wide.

I shut my eyes closed as I sighed and turned to the window, feeling the little sun that’s left as it descended into night.

We were about 3 hours in, about half way to our destination according to Peers.

“We’re heading to Kazan, Russia. It takes about 5 hours without stopping as an estimate. Unfortunately we’ll be stopping in Moscow to fuel up before heading to Kazan since we’re coming from London. We’ll probably have about 2 hours before we could take off, so in total 8 hours at the very least. That’s without weather issues.” He had explained, instantly causing me a headache.

I kept all my irritated growls and groans inside as I stared at the empty seat across from me. Peers had gotten up the moment the we were authorized to and headed to the lounge behind us.

It was a bit disappointing to have no one to talk to but I wasn’t completely heartbroken seeing as they were not the type of people to make friends with.

It was best that I kept my thoughts to myself and focus on the goal to get my mother back. Which made me think...

“What do you know about my mother’s situation.” I found it difficult to phrase my words into a sentence that made sense of this whole predicament. But I didn’t back down as I turned to the man beside me.

For a minute I thought he’d ignore the fact that I even attempted to speak but I was soon met with those dull black eyes of his.

He watched me carefully as if arguing whether or not to share anything even related to her capture which made me immediately straiten up to slap him.

“Don’t you dare withhold anything from me about my mother’s situation. Otherwise you’ll wish you were the one that got kidnapped in her place when I’m done with you.” His eyes narrowed at the threat, jaw clenching and face tightened as he lowered his phone.

“I didn’t ask for your input on my choices. So take that threat and shove it were the sun doesn’t shine. I don’t need a liability hounding me.” I glared at him per usual but didn’t move to hit him. It wouldn’t get me far, only his aggressiveness again.

“I want to know the details. If you aren’t seriously helping me and only capturing me for my knowledge then I need to know so that I can stop wasting time.” I finished. He kept the same non-existent expression and didn’t say anything. I sighed and turned away, a surge of annoyance washing over me.

“Stop looking at me as if I grew two heads and changed gender.” I grumbled, going back to resting my chin in the palm of my hand. I wasn’t stupid and he should know that by now. No woman was stupid enough to willingly let a man hit them. I wasn’t someone for violence but I most definitely will not accept his abusive nature with a grain of salt. But I kept that to myself as I stared out the window at the clouds that rested in the sky.

I didn’t expect an answer, but I also didn’t expect him to unbuckle and move to the seat across from me. I eyed him curiously as he pocketed his phone and crossed his legs, placing the ankle of one leg over the knee of the other.

“Cynthia Smalls. She’s 54 according to her files. But that’s it. Nothing else came up. Not even a set location or occupation. You on the other hand, Mali Smalls. Born on January 12, 24 years of age. Resides in Westminster, London and works as a crime scene forensic for the London police force.” My eyes widened at the stream of information. It’s a bit terrifying that someone could easily get that information, especially if they weren’t the friendly type.

I sat up in my seat, a bit uncomfortable with this as I nodded for him to continue. I really had nothing to say to this. He watched me carefully for a moment before continuing his thoughts.

“Although it was no surprise to gain information on you, I can’t say the same about your mother. Any empty file means a hidden truth.” I frowned but didn’t move to argue. After all I didn’t know anything about my mother’s past. I only knew about the everyday current events on her. The only thing in her past I even have knowledge on is my father and even then I just know about him existence.

“ I can’t help you there. I don’t know anything about her past. I didn’t even know she spoke Russian, let alone shoot a gun properly.” He eyes hardened as he brought a hand to the cut of his nose. It was now just an open cut that wasn’t bleeding. He’d probably cleaned it up back at the hotel.

“How’d we get to the hotel?” I knew we hadn’t just gotten picked up and drove over to a grand hotel without being chased. I was barefooted with only my robe on and I still am now that I think about it.

I looked down and blushed at my condition, looking back up at him as he stared at me.

“Actually don’t answer that. Just get me a new set of clothes and I’ll be alright.” I quickly grabbed the two ends of my robe and crossed it to cover myself.

I looked up for his response but was shocked to find and a faint smile on his lips. His hand covering it in an attempt to hide it.

“Are you laughing at me?” I implied watching as he looked away.

“Теперь она решает быть цивилизованной.” He rattled out. [Now she decides to be civilized.]

“Stop talking about me in Russian. It sucks having a language barrier. Now I know how the Muppets feel when they talk to Beaker.” His smile faded as he gave me a confused stare.

“What? Is there something on my face?” I reached for face but he shook his head.

“No. You’re just odd. Who's Beaker and what’s a Muppet?” My eyes widened as I now gave him a confused stare.

“You don’t know who the Muppets are?” I questioned and he shook his head no. I scrunched my face in disgust as I have him a once over.

“You’re the odd one here. They’re not even from the UK and I know who they are.” He rolled his eyes and looked out his window.

I gasped as I brought my hand over my lips.

“Was that an eye roll from a grown man!” I laughed as he turned and shot me a glare.

“Come on that was funny.” I deadpanned. “You haven’t made one none brooding expression since I met you.” He ignored my teasing and pulled out his phone, once again typing away at the tinted screen.

“Oh don’t be like that. What’s wrong with not looking depressed for a couple minutes. If you ask me I say you should do it more often.” He shook his head, his eyes still on his phone screen.

“I didn’t ask for you opinion.”

“And I didn’t say that you did.” I informed him. I waited for some kind of response but he didn’t say and just went back to ignoring me.

I didn’t bother to try and reopen the discussion. Unclipping my seatbelt, I moved out my seat and towards the lounge where Peers laid on the three seating lounge seat.

“He doesn’t take well to unwanted conversation.” Peers announced as soon as I was insight.

I smiled.

“Of course he doesn’t. He’s probably too busy thinking of ways to snap every bone in my body.” He let out a breathy laugh.

“Can you blame him, you’re probably doing the same.” I nodded and plopped down on a seat across from his laying figure.

“Well what do you expect. Hit me once, shame on you. Hit me twice, death is a sure thing.” He shook his head with a smile.

“He was right about one thing. You’re an odd one.” I nodded happily and laughed.

Peers laid with his arm behind his head and his phone in the other. He hadn’t looked away from it for a second.

“I know it’s too late to ask but I’d rather look like an idiot now than look like a idiot later. What’s his name?”

I laughed internally as he looked up with a baffled expression.

“You don’t know his name, yet you got on a plane with him not knowing if he’d gut you and sell your organs for profit.” I nodded and was about to defend myself when he shushed me and sat up, finally putting his phone down.

“Who in their right mind would go this long without knowing someone’s name. Wait. Do you even know my name or will I have to spoon feed you that too.” I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm and opened my mouth to speak.

“I know your name Peers but not his. I wouldn’t even need to ask this question if you two weren’t high on my list of angry assholes who could kill me given a reason.” He ran a hand through his hair and leaned on his knees.

“Doesn’t excuse you from getting a name.” I glared at him but didn’t try to justify myself. It wouldn’t get me anywhere.

“Just give me a name.”

“Arseniy.” He voiced.

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The intelligence is overwhelming...

-Cithed