06-04-2019, 06:14 PM
Troy and Julie Equals sat in the back of an official limousine from the San Finzione Consulate in Seattle, gripping each other's hands tightly. Susan Bailey sat on Troy's other side, his other hand on her knee while she kept re-checking her iPad for any news or messages.
After Susan woke the pair and told them the news, the three of them returned to the house across the street and spoke to the Ultimados. Troy and Julie confirmed that they'd not only known about the two elite commandos, answerable only to Helen and the Generalissimo, who'd been posing as a gay couple across the street for the past few months. In fact, they'd asked them point blank, made them tell the truth, then made them forget the conversation by the third day.
Susan was the only one to accept Helen's offer of citizenship and sign the papers. Troy and Julie still had valid passports from their honeymoon trip, but Susan thought she'd have a couple more months to apply for one if she decided to take Troy & Julie's offer to come with them for their anniversary trip to San Finzione, so the only way for her to get onto a flight to San Finzione with them that day was to sign.
Before leaving, the three of them Did What They Do to convince the Ultimados to give Susan the login to their direct link with Castle Finzione. Maria was still in a secure location and couldn't be reached directly, but Susan's access allowed her to get someone to relay a message that they were on their way and Maria had been able to relay word via back that she'd felt better knowing that they were coming and would call them as soon as she got the chance.
Julie broke the silence in the limo as the diplomatic plates got them waved through another security checkpoint.
"I didn't even know there was an Air Finzione." She said, looking at various airlines' planes wheeling onto the tarmac.
"There isn't until next month, Mistress," Troy said back. "I mean, Helen tipped me off about it weeks ago; we've all got two-thousand shares in our portfolios. The consul got hold of Helen's business manager, told her who we were, and they arranged this 'pre-maiden flight' for us."
Troy was pursuing a doctorate in Economics. Even without being able to command the wills of others, Troy's natural financial genius that had been encouraged by Propappou, his great-grandfather, would still have allowed the two of them to afford a comfortable life.
"You remember that thing back in Africa," Susan asked. "She needed a plane, there was some kind of hassle after that... the story ends 'Helen owns an airline now.'"
"Guess I've just been out of the loop," Julie replied with a crack in her voice that made Troy sit up and take notice before she turned to him. "And YOU better not be thinking about how this'll affect our portfolios either, fucker!"
Troy recognized the warning signs of a thing that very rarely happened to his best friend. He let go of her hand and Susan's knee and wrapped his arms around Julie. She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. Susan had only seen Julie like this once before; the last time they thought Helen had died, back in Uongo.
"And that fucking cunt... better not be... playing another fucking prank!" Julie said in tearful gasps. Susan got up from her seat and Troy slid over. Julie slid with him without looking up so Susan could sit on the other side and hold her as well. Troy stroked Julie's long, naturally bi-colored hair.
"I love her too, Sunflower," he said soothingly to his wife. "I love her too. We'll be there soon. Sooner than before. All the flights between Seattle and San Finzione are SST routes. Less than half the time it took before."
"Wow," Julie said, tears subsiding. "It's almost like... like Helena planned it like that or something."
Susan snickered at that. Troy followed a second later. Susan tried to hold it, but the "Of COURSE she TOTALLY planned it" look on Troy's face was too much and a second snicker soon became laughter.
It made Troy laugh harder, which made Julie give him a small "stop that" punch in the shoulder her face wasn't buried in before the sobs turned to shakes of laughter as well. By the time the car had passed the last security checkpoint to the hangars, Julie had recovered.
"I'm sorry, you had to see that, Susan." Julie said.
"You've seen me a lot worse, lady." She punctuated the statement with a kiss.
Something dawned on Julie then.
"Shit, this is your first ride in a limo, Susan, isn't it?" Susan nodded.
"Yep. Dropped out, never been to a prom or anything. About to be my first airplane trip, too."
At that moment, the limo pulled up to an aircraft hangar; out of which, a streamlined, supersonic passenger jet, painted white with Air Finzione written down the length of the fuselage in emerald green letters was rolling. Smaller letters below the logo displayed the airline's website: www.AirFinzione.snfnz. It came to a stop and a stair car drove up to the door for them. The limo rolled to a stop in front of the stairs and the driver opened the door for them. He handed Troy an envelope containing three tickets. A willowy stewardess with long, red hair descended the stairs and took the envelope from him, examining the tickets inside. Susan looked confused.
"I thought this was how people got on planes in old movies. Aren't we supposed to go through the airport and get felt up by the security guys?"
"Not for special friends of The Countess," the stewardess whose name tag identified her as Colleen replied with an Irish lilt.
The chauffeur opened the limousine's trunk and set the three overnight bags that they'd barely had time to pack in front of them. The ladies were carrying purses, so Troy picked up and shouldered two on his left arm and one on his right.
After Susan woke the pair and told them the news, the three of them returned to the house across the street and spoke to the Ultimados. Troy and Julie confirmed that they'd not only known about the two elite commandos, answerable only to Helen and the Generalissimo, who'd been posing as a gay couple across the street for the past few months. In fact, they'd asked them point blank, made them tell the truth, then made them forget the conversation by the third day.
Susan was the only one to accept Helen's offer of citizenship and sign the papers. Troy and Julie still had valid passports from their honeymoon trip, but Susan thought she'd have a couple more months to apply for one if she decided to take Troy & Julie's offer to come with them for their anniversary trip to San Finzione, so the only way for her to get onto a flight to San Finzione with them that day was to sign.
Before leaving, the three of them Did What They Do to convince the Ultimados to give Susan the login to their direct link with Castle Finzione. Maria was still in a secure location and couldn't be reached directly, but Susan's access allowed her to get someone to relay a message that they were on their way and Maria had been able to relay word via back that she'd felt better knowing that they were coming and would call them as soon as she got the chance.
Julie broke the silence in the limo as the diplomatic plates got them waved through another security checkpoint.
"I didn't even know there was an Air Finzione." She said, looking at various airlines' planes wheeling onto the tarmac.
"There isn't until next month, Mistress," Troy said back. "I mean, Helen tipped me off about it weeks ago; we've all got two-thousand shares in our portfolios. The consul got hold of Helen's business manager, told her who we were, and they arranged this 'pre-maiden flight' for us."
Troy was pursuing a doctorate in Economics. Even without being able to command the wills of others, Troy's natural financial genius that had been encouraged by Propappou, his great-grandfather, would still have allowed the two of them to afford a comfortable life.
"You remember that thing back in Africa," Susan asked. "She needed a plane, there was some kind of hassle after that... the story ends 'Helen owns an airline now.'"
"Guess I've just been out of the loop," Julie replied with a crack in her voice that made Troy sit up and take notice before she turned to him. "And YOU better not be thinking about how this'll affect our portfolios either, fucker!"
Troy recognized the warning signs of a thing that very rarely happened to his best friend. He let go of her hand and Susan's knee and wrapped his arms around Julie. She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. Susan had only seen Julie like this once before; the last time they thought Helen had died, back in Uongo.
"And that fucking cunt... better not be... playing another fucking prank!" Julie said in tearful gasps. Susan got up from her seat and Troy slid over. Julie slid with him without looking up so Susan could sit on the other side and hold her as well. Troy stroked Julie's long, naturally bi-colored hair.
"I love her too, Sunflower," he said soothingly to his wife. "I love her too. We'll be there soon. Sooner than before. All the flights between Seattle and San Finzione are SST routes. Less than half the time it took before."
"Wow," Julie said, tears subsiding. "It's almost like... like Helena planned it like that or something."
Susan snickered at that. Troy followed a second later. Susan tried to hold it, but the "Of COURSE she TOTALLY planned it" look on Troy's face was too much and a second snicker soon became laughter.
It made Troy laugh harder, which made Julie give him a small "stop that" punch in the shoulder her face wasn't buried in before the sobs turned to shakes of laughter as well. By the time the car had passed the last security checkpoint to the hangars, Julie had recovered.
"I'm sorry, you had to see that, Susan." Julie said.
"You've seen me a lot worse, lady." She punctuated the statement with a kiss.
Something dawned on Julie then.
"Shit, this is your first ride in a limo, Susan, isn't it?" Susan nodded.
"Yep. Dropped out, never been to a prom or anything. About to be my first airplane trip, too."
At that moment, the limo pulled up to an aircraft hangar; out of which, a streamlined, supersonic passenger jet, painted white with Air Finzione written down the length of the fuselage in emerald green letters was rolling. Smaller letters below the logo displayed the airline's website: www.AirFinzione.snfnz. It came to a stop and a stair car drove up to the door for them. The limo rolled to a stop in front of the stairs and the driver opened the door for them. He handed Troy an envelope containing three tickets. A willowy stewardess with long, red hair descended the stairs and took the envelope from him, examining the tickets inside. Susan looked confused.
"I thought this was how people got on planes in old movies. Aren't we supposed to go through the airport and get felt up by the security guys?"
"Not for special friends of The Countess," the stewardess whose name tag identified her as Colleen replied with an Irish lilt.
The chauffeur opened the limousine's trunk and set the three overnight bags that they'd barely had time to pack in front of them. The ladies were carrying purses, so Troy picked up and shouldered two on his left arm and one on his right.
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