The flash of a dozen news cameras and phones are blinding. "We hope you enjoyed your stay in our borders, Ms.Liafador. Please, accept this as a farewill gift. " The delegate for the renewal of Malagan-United States relations hands the Liafador liason a small pink satin box wrapped together with a wide green bow, a tag reading in engraved letters 'TO: THE FUTURE'
The velvet carpeted stage stairs don't offer any support, so the newly appointed Ambassador of the country, and the latest incarnation of the late Retrofire, Bishop Jones holds Ms.Liafadors hand as she walks like a runway model in her black high heels down to the tarmac to prepare for the flight home.
"Mr.Jones is the son of our previous Meta human ambassador, Chess Jones. He, like his father, is a perfect representation of American ideals. We trust that his actions will represent our country and our motives accurately in Spain this coming month. Enjoy your flight back, godspeed and safe journey." The governor of Virginia says with a practiced smile that conveyed honesty in every facet.
Waving with teeth gleaming Bishop relieves his power to Catalina allowing her to usher him first up the stairs into the jumbo jet, while she followed.
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Above the Atlantic
"We need to address these videos I keep seeing, Ms.Liafador... As ambassador, I want to build a strong bridge between our countries but... there's some footage of you destroying buildings, others of you torturing people, and even some where your...well, doing some things with some things to some people without clothes on. You follow?"
"Ehhh...this is your captain speaking...about three more hours until we land...if you look out at the view below, you'll see a string of islands not unlike the galapagos with all forms of life...we thought you might like that."
Pressing a button on the cabin door, "Thank you. We'll check'em out. Your both doing great jobs by the way. I haven't felt any turbulence."
"Ehhh....this is your captain speaking...about two more hours and fifty six minutes until we land...if you look out at the view below you'll see a string of islands..."
The red flag in Bishop's mind was immediate. "Captain what's your name again?"
"Ehhh...Captain here. About two more hours fifty minutes until we land...we've been circling a string of islands burning the necessary fuel to exceed the point of no return..."
Jumping up Bishop runs to the front of the ship and kicks in the thick double plated cabin door. Nobody was flying the plane. In the seats were the cheapest imitations of pilots that could pass just enough at a glance from the tarmac. A cooler sized box of electronic devices running into the systems beneath the main console,
"Ehhh...please return to your seat and enjoy the ride."
Everything in the cabin begins to tilt to the left. The champagne bottles break against the windows. "Ms.Liafador strap in!" Sitting in a chait across from her's Bishop double locks his safety belt. "This was a setup! We need to--"
The gift in the green bow flies into the air and magnetizes to the cabin ceiling, staying in place as everything rolls in circles past it and the two passengers. The box falls off and a small device with an orb shaped lense flashes repeatedly. Each time it feels like being punched without the impact, everything fading into blackness and the urge to succumb to it overwhelming.
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