Juggers
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Post by Juggers on Jun 30, 2006 17:47:16 GMT -5
After a brief interlude in which Cain fussed about everybody taking too long to say goodbye, collect their things and generally get moving, the unusual party once again departed for the isolated air-strip. By now morning had properly arrived and the warm Italian sunshine was streaming down in dappled yellow motes through the trees.
Giacomo assured them that by the time they had reached Genosha the money would be safely tucked away in an extremely secure bank account that could be accessed online any time they wanted. He would forward the codes and security details to John once they got back to the base.
One slow drive later the big car rolled onto the turf and everybody variously tumbled out. "I'm sick of the sight of this bloody plane," Cain grumbled as they trudged up to the access ramp.
Python noted that it had already been fueled and was pretty much ready to go. "All aboard for the ten am Potenza flight calling at Genosha only, I repeat, Genosha only. Please have your boarding passes and proof of mutation ready for inspection."
The Juggernaut gave him a weary look and stomped up into the hold. "This place is just as boring as it was last time!" he protested at volume.
Python rolled his eyes and gestured for Jane to join them next.
Giacomo leaned easily against the car and watched them go; at least, he reflected, he wouldn't have to worry about property damage for awhile, even if the company had been nice.
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Post by Jane on Jun 30, 2006 18:03:09 GMT -5
"Oh, quit whining," Jane said, having handed over the money from her pockets and bag - in much better condition, even the slightly bloody ones, than the bills from Cain's. "It's not that long a ride to the Indian Ocean, is it?"
"This place is just as boring as it was last time!"
Jane followed him up the access ramp, slinging her bag over her shoulder and throwing a long-suffering look at Python before waving at Giacomo, who was behind them, leaning against the car.
"Thank you!" she called out, remembering her manners.
She wondered if she still had a deck of cards in her stuff. Maybe she could teach Cain three-card monte or something, or card tricks. That might, though, even make him worse.
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Post by Pyro on Jun 30, 2006 18:08:55 GMT -5
John was the last to board the plane.
He got out of the car, inhaled the Italian air and shook Giacomo's hand in a sudden gesture of gratitude. "I wish you would come with us," he said, softly. "You could do our cause so much good."
"I could," replied the other man. "But my family is here. My daughter, my son...perhaps in another two or three years when they are settled, I will consider joining the cause. For now, I fight the fight the way I do best. Support."
He clasped John's hand in both of his and his expression grew serious.
"You are still a boy, Pyro. Do not over stretch yourself. Do not burn yourself out in a blaze of glory and lose all that potential."
It was therefore a rather subdued and quiet John who took his seat on the plane, strapping his lap belt into place and leaning back against the seat, lost in thought.
"Sekhmet," he said, suddenly. "And Psylocke. What's happening? Where are they?"
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Post by Juggers on Jun 30, 2006 18:17:46 GMT -5
"What?" Shouted Python as the engines roared into life, "can't hear you, you're going to have to wait until we're in the air!" The drone of props drowned out most of his words and he had to content himself with a few wild gestures that culminated in him pointing at his ears and shrugging.
The plane slowly started to rumble up the taxi-way and Python, intent on the fine art of take-off paid no attention as John attempted to extract himself from the belt.
The craft wheeled onto the strip and gathered speed, the huge engines dragging against the stubborn forces of gravity and hurling the plane skywards.
Giacomo gave them one last wave as they thundered past and then he was a tiny, retreating figure as the ground fell away. The Italian countryside swiftly became a patchwork quilt of green, yellow and brown and the craft banked steeply, angling south for the haul to Genosha.
After a few minutes of spiraling climb Python leveled off and engaged the auto-pilot. "Cruising altitude," he announced brightly and unbuckled himself.
"Now, what were you saying?"
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Post by Pyro on Jun 30, 2006 18:22:37 GMT -5
John let go of his lap belt and sighed heavily. Things had returned to normal disturbingly quickly, it seemed.
"I said," he repeated, "where are Sekhmet and Psylocke, although that seems rather bloody REDUNDANT now, doesn't it?" He released his seatbelt and got to his feet, sliding into the cockpit next to Python. He flipped a few of the communications controls. "When can we speak to Genosha?" he asked. "Let them know we're coming back. Get the kettle on, sort of thing. And get a room sorted for Jane, too."
He called back.
"Hey, Jane. You doing alright back there?"
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Post by Jane on Jun 30, 2006 18:27:55 GMT -5
John looked somehow quieter - and, thankfully, more normal, despite the coffee she'd seen him suck down earlier - when he boarded the plane, for which Jane was grateful, though she didn't know exactly what had caused it.
She set her book open on her lap, facing downwards, and started dealing out a game of solitaire for herself. She could never win unless she cheated, and she figured a long haul to another continent was as good a practice space as she could find.
"Sekhmet. And Psylocke. What's happening? Where are they?"
Jane glanced away from her half-dealt game and frowned. "The girls? They were here when we left, but I thought they - "
The engines roared to life and drowned out the last half of her sentence, amplified since the last flight. Jane suspected that someone in the cockpit might be gunning them a little for effect.
Python shouted something into the back, but she couldn't really pick it out, though the gestures were interesting, as was John's attempt to get himself out of his belt. Well, if they hadn't wanted to stick around long enough to get a trip back, Jane certainly didn't see the point in waiting for them. Maybe they were off muttering something important, anyway.
"I said, where are Sekhmet and Psylocke, although that seems rather bloody REDUNDANT now, doesn't it?"
Jane smiled back down at her game and continued dealing. Seven across, right...?
"When can we speak to Genosha? Let them know we're coming back. Get the kettle on, sort of thing. And get a room sorted for Jane, too. Hey, Jane. You doing alright back there?"
She sighed. Evidently solitaire was not meant to be, at least right now. She set her book and the still incomplete deal down on the seat next to her and readjusted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. "Fine," she called up the aisle, wondering if it was going to be a shared room situation or if she'd actually get her own. "How's your shoulder doing up there?"
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Post by Pyro on Jul 1, 2006 3:01:56 GMT -5
It was a good question. John shrugged his shoulder up and down a few times, then reported back that it felt a lot better. "I'm still wondering where Se...."
His voice was drowned out by the sudden crackling of radio static. He had left the communications on full volume. He cringed, and reached over to turn it down. Something told him that this was going to be a very, very long trip. What joy. At least for the last plane trip he'd been mostly unconscious.
He sat up in the cockpit with Python for a while and the two discussed briefly their plans once they returned to Genosha. Research was the order of the day; find out what they could about NovaTeX Industries, possibly plan an attack. The thought that yet another pharmaceutical company was blithely wheeling out the Worthington Cure made John's blood boil.
Mind you, a lot of things made John's blood boil.
This time, however, there would be a proper plan. One with contingencies and backups just in case. This time they would not run off like thieves in the night. This time they would stand proud and tall.
It was time to let them know that the Brotherhood was back.
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