Previously: Metalord offered to take Digger to Mongolia by way of China on Defcon 5’s private jet. And now…
As soon as the acceleration had lessened enough for Digger to trust his balance, he got up and ran to the cockpit. He threw open the door and saw Cole sitting alone in the pilotâ€™s chair, leaning back with his hands behind his head.
â€œWhat are you doing?â€ Digger asked.
â€œTaking you to China,â€ Cole said. â€œHave you lost your memory, too?â€
â€œNo!â€ Digger said. â€œBut no pilots? No engines? How is this safe?â€
â€œWeâ€™re flying at low altitude over the Pacific Ocean,â€ Cole said.Â â€œThereâ€™s no other air traffic for us to hit. And although I might act like moneyâ€™s no object on this trip, no way am I paying to fill the tank on this baby just for your errand. Plus hiring pilots and filing flights plans and all that crap–not my style. Now go back to your seat and buckle in for a minute. Itâ€™s always hairy when youâ€™re leaving or entering a countryâ€™s airspace without permission.â€
â€œThat doesnâ€™t make me feel better,â€ Digger said as he stepped out of the cockpit.
â€œNot supposed to,â€ Metalord said, and the metal cockpit door swung closed by itself.
He emerged ten minutes later as Digger was telling Tiffany and Amanda about the battle with Professor Exotherm. â€œWell, you can forget your troubles with those Imperials slugs. I told you Iâ€™d outrun â€˜em.â€
â€œWhat the hell, dude?â€ Digger asked. â€œWhy arenâ€™t you flying the plane?â€
[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]â€œI am flying the plane,â€ Cole said. â€œNow that Iâ€™ve got us on course and in international airspace, itâ€™s easy. I just have to correct our heading once an hour or so. Donâ€™t worry, Iâ€™ve done this a million times.â€[/blockquote]â€œI am flying the plane,â€ Cole said. â€œNow that Iâ€™ve got us on course and in international airspace, itâ€™s easy. I just have to correct our heading once an hour or so. Donâ€™t worry, Iâ€™ve done this a million times.â€
Amanda caught Diggerâ€™s eye, held up two fingers and mouthed, â€œTwo.â€
â€œSo whatâ€™s your plan once we get there?â€ Digger asked. â€œCause youâ€™re not inspiring a lot of confidence so far.â€
â€œWhy are you so negative all the time?â€ Cole asked. â€œWhoâ€™s hungry? I could go for a sandwich. Ladies?â€
Tiffany got up and headed toward the small galley in the back of the cabin, mumbling, â€œI live to serve.â€
Cole leaned toward Digger and said, â€œShe never got the hang of the whole â€˜friendly skiesâ€™ thing, but she makes a hell of a sandwich.â€
â€œI can hear you, you know,â€ Tiffany called from the galley.
â€œAnd beer,â€ Cole said to Amanda as she got up to follow. â€œDonâ€™t forget the beer.â€
â€œIs it a good idea to drink and fly?â€ Digger asked.
â€œRelax. Itâ€™s all good,â€ Cole said. â€œLook, I might as well tell you now that things will get a little hairy when we enter Chinese airspace.â€
â€œWell they might scramble an interceptor or two. Nothing major. But it will all be fine as soon as we land and I show them this.â€
He pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Digger. It was a letter on heavy bond, all in Chinese, very formal-looking. â€œWhatâ€™s this,â€ Digger asked.
â€œThatâ€™s the golden ticket.â€
What does the letter say, exactly? Join us tomorrow to find out in our next episode!
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