"So sir, the weather seems to be inhibiting the landing of the helicopter." He stated slightly pushing his glasses closer to his eyes as he turned the papers of the seemingly confused files at hand. He was told to arrange them but how? When? He was always on the run since Rick went ahead of them.
"So what next?" A response came.
"You'll have to use a public plane for transportation." He responded finally finding the first page of the papers. They were numbered. He hadn't noticed until then. The pages were full of unreadable barcode symbols. He smiled slightly before continuing.
"But you'll use the first class..." He continued as he kept on turning the pages. He stood he didn't notice hence soon enough his absent minded head hit him from behind. He sighted all the papers he had tried to arrange fly in mid air. He knelt over to pick them.
"No need." He stated pulling him up as they fled off.
"Boss..." He stated as some guards tried chasing them off.
"Just run. They won't call us back just to pick some sheets." He responded as he held his hand tighter. Soon they came to a stop.
"We lost them." He stated as he took deep breaths turning to where they were from just to be sure they lost then as he tried to keep calm.
"Boss...those...papers..." He stated between breaths as he positioned his glasses yet again.
"Weren't important. Rick gave them to you just to tease you." He cut him off.
"But..." He stated uncertain.
"No buts Timon. No one knows who we are so let's just let it slide." He stated trying to reassure him.
"So which plane are we taking?" He continued. Then a voice came.
"Flight 204 passengers come on board."
"Loud and clear." Timon stated as they walked on.
"So is he there?" He asked as they fastened their pace.
"Who? Rick?"
"Yes."
"He is." He nodded slightly then continued. "Not prying into your business or anything but are you two like close..close or closeclose?"
"No and yes. Probably can't pick it out." He stated as Timon turned in the tickets then walked on board.
"So guys I hope you had fun in this short trip to England." The middle aged guy stated fluently.
"Yes!!!" The students responded in unison.
"Okay so hope on,our parents are waiting for us back home." He continued as the students walked in.
"Flight 204 ready for take off. Please fasten your seat belts and all electronic devices should be turned off. Safe travels everyone." A voice came followed by a snore. He turned to the seat behind him. Timon was noisily asleep. He picked a blanket on the seat beside him and covered his face. Timon turned to the side as he made himself comfortable. His snores came in noisy turns.
"You may now unfasten your seat belts." A voice came. He never had his fastened but the snore from Timon was chasing him away. He stood and headed to a airhostess cabin.
"Excuse me can you please find me a seat at the business class? My secretary made a wrong booking." He stated fluently.
"Yes." A voice came as she stood. They all knew more than enough about rich people. Once they had their mind on something crashing the plane won't matter.
"Hello students. Who would like to head to the first class forum?"she asked as some raised their hands. Then one stood and walked forth. Another followed.
"Well the rest actions speak louder than words." He stated as a man about their age walked in. He had a brown leather jacket and blue jeans. His light skin tone matched fluently with the black silky hair on his head.
"Can I please seat here?" He asked politely.
"Yes." The boy responded as he sat.
"So what is your name?"
"Jay. And you are..."
"Dew." He stated as he had his headphones on. Then he closed his eyes as he relaxed on the seat. Finally the peace and silence he yearned for. Just then he was pushed aside. He opened his eyes. It was Timon still covered in his blanket.
"Did you have to follow me?"
"Yes boss." He stated as he squeezed himself between the two.
"Seems like Rick infected you with the boss disease. Stop calling me that." He stated as he removed his headphones.
"Don't even try boss." He stated as he adjusted the seat. Once on a rightful position the snoring begun. Jay turned to him as he slowly breathed in and out saliva on his lips as he slowly licked it while chewing invisible stuff.
"This is why I came from up there." Dew stated as Jay nodded.
"Do you have an account?" Jay stated pointing his phone.
"I can't dare. If I take his pictures as such hell be fired."
"How did you know..."
"I kind of predicted." Dew stated as Jay gave a smile. Then the snoring became louder.
Dew turned to Jay.
"Blackmail." Jay stated as he removed a paper from the sling bag he had and tore it slightly rolling it into some hollow cylinder shape. He crushed some chalk and filled the hole in between and positioned it in his mouth.
"He looks cute." Dew commented as he laughed slightly. Chalk dust flew mid air in unison to his snores and hardly earned breaths. His glasses twitched from time to time.
"Why are you holding it back?" Jay asked as he clicked some pics.
"What?"
"Your laughter." He stated as he sat back then sent a message to the rest. They aligned themselves around them and let out a loud laughter in three two one. Jay recorded as Timon flew from his seat chocking slightly from the contents of the fake cigarette. Dew laughed yet again this time not holding back.
"Boss!!!" Timon stated as he tried hiding his face behind him dye to embarrassment. All the present students laughed as they walked back to their seats.
"You see. You can laugh." Jay stated smiling as he picked his film camera and took several pictures.
"Right. He laughed." Timon stated as he came from behind him. A smile was still beeming.
"Don't tell anyone of this." Dew stated trying to keep his cool as Timon raised his hand as if swearing in court.
Jay picked a pen and wrote few words on a picture before handing it to Dew. He dared not read it then. He knew Timon might tease him.
"Where are you stopping off at?" Jay asked.
"China. We have a big mission..." Dew hit his head right on time ensuring he dared not spill the beans.
"Ouch boss!!" He repremanded as he held his head.
"He asked location not act. What of you?"
"We are from playing at a band in England. My besties left me for the killer first class positions I bet they are having fun up there."
"Maybe not." Timon responded.
"Why did you not go with them?" Dew asked.
"I believe I can reach the top with my own hard work not some free stuff. We are from Thailand." His response came. Loud and clear.
"We are landing at the China airport. Please fasten your seat belts." A voice came. Dew picked the pen and a paper residue from the cylinder just made and wrote his account. On landing, he handed it to him.
"Thanks for the laugh." He stated as they walked away.