"Some jet," Storm commented appreciatively.

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Angle grinned and hopped out of the car. She was going to enjoy this. The hanger wasn't open all the way, so with some effort, she pushed the doors fully open.

Walking in, Angle pointed to a locked room towards the other end. She tossed Storm a set of keys. "All the equipment is in there, along with packs, which are pre-prepared, just in case. I usually have several set aside. I'm not rich, mind you, but I do have connections..."

A young man walked in, obviously looking sleepy since it was now nearly midnight. His short black hair was in a scattered mess and his green eyes were squinted. "Wha... eh, Angle, who have you brought with ya this time? A boyfriend I presume? Or are you smuggling these two out of state so they can elope or somethin'?" he grinned boyishly.

Angle rolled her eyes, "keep quiet, Seth, it's non of your business... as always."

Seth grumbled, "Well you never let me come along ya know... can I come this time? Looks like the company on the trip would be good." he grinned at Gwyn.

"Seth! Shut up and go back to bed. I don't pay you to be a pain in the a--...." Angle snapped while she hopped onto the wing of the plane and gave it a quick look over.

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Gwyn looked around.
"And exactly why do you have a plane?" she wondered out loud.

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Storm sat down on one of the padded seats, looking the equipment over. "Good enough," he yawned, batting the eager Seth away. He reclined on the seat and closed his eyes. "Call me if you need me, and only if it's either food or something important."

Without further ado he promptly fell asleep.

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Angle grinned, "I keep it on hand for things... I too need to get out of the country sometimes, and travelling in public isn't my favorite way to get around..."

Meanwhile Seth had ignored Angle's command and was wandering around, eyeing the two strangers.

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Angle chuckled and shook her head at Storm. "Hey Gwyn... wanna play co-pilot? Oh, and Seth, make yourself useful and fill 'er up..."

"Yes ma'am!" Seth mock saluted then ran off to get the fuel truck.

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Storm woke a few hours later feeling none too refreshed. He yawned a few times to get his ears to pop and went into the rear bathroom. Feeling more awake after he splashed cold water on his face, he grabbed a bag of roasted peanuts off the shelf and made his way towards the helm.

"Where are we?" he asked Angle, munching absently on the peanuts.

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"We haven't left the ground, smart one..." Angle muttered as she flipped a few switches. "A plane that has been idle takes a few hours to prepare ya know... but we're moving out of the hanger and going to the run way soon"

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After the plane took off and she got it to the proper altitude, Angle set it on autopilot and went towards the back. The space was somewhat cramped, since it was nothing really fancy, and it was a small jet. Opening a few compartments, she tossed a few guns on the back seats and then a pack. She sat down and began dismantling and cleaning the guns.

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"Same place I learned to kill and track," Angle mumbled. "Plus my Dad had his own plane, and he taught me a lot about flying."

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(O_O what the... didn't I see a post there? >< where'd it go?)

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Gwyn looked outside, staring into space. She found herself thinking about her father more and more recently...

"So where did you learn how to fly?"

edit: lol...it deleted and then I was gonna post it again...

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Storm sat down and flipped open his laptop for perhaps the tenth time that day after getting another bag of peanuts. The five months in jail had passed like years.

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(that was strange... o_o .... )

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"Your dad? Where is he now?" she asked, with growing curiosity.

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There was a disturbance in the back and Angle reacted swiftly by pulling out her handgun. "What the... "

Seth popped out from the cargo section and Angle narrowed her eyes. "Why you sneak! I have ha;f a mind to throw you out of the plane... without a parachute!"

Seth only grinned, "You know I found a rat back there!" He held up a dead rat by its tail. "He was getting into the k rations..."

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