as excitable as a puppy, and KC’s quiet demeanor would surely push some away from him, but I loved it. I had less to explain and even less idle conversation to muddle through.
“I figured you’d appreciate that. You usually fall asleep on my flights and even when you don’t I still can’t get you to talk more than a few sentences. I’m usually carrying our conversations, which basically means I’m talking to myself.” He smiled at me and let out a low laugh. I elbowed him lightly in the ribs for the quip, and he turned back to being as serious as he could handle. “Though I should warn you that you won’t be sleeping on his flight. If you could sleep through that, then you deserve a medal.”
“Why is that?”
Maverick’s smile widened as a plane roared to life nearby. “You’ll see what I mean soon enough. Have fun. I heard he did some fun stuff while in the Air Force. Just think of the guys who do air shows and that should give you a good idea of what’s coming.” His tone was playful, yet at the same time mischievous.
“I’ve never seen an air show. What does that mean?”
All he did was laugh and give me a curt wave before walking off. I heard him mutter under his breath as he left, “You’ll never make fun of my flying again.” I fought the urge to tell him his flying sucked and rolled my eyes at him instead. I half expected him to turn around to glare at me. He always knew when I had a comeback waiting to escape my lips, but he didn’t and I walked off to ride with KC to Washington.
At least with Maverick leaving soon, and KC not interested in talking with anyone, Sharp Shooter would have to trust I was where I said I was. At least I was covered until he could get in contact with the director. Hopefully that would give me enough time to finish this once and for all .
Chapter 6
My hands were clutching the seat beneath me as KC continued to show off in the small jet plane he borrowed for the trip to Washington. It had two seats, and its speed made it a number one choice for quick drop offs and pick-ups, according to him. While we were half way through the trip, which I had slept through thankfully, he explained that this was his favorite jet. Since he didn’t talk much, I encouraged the conversation, but now I regretted it. Apparently in the Air Force this plane and a similar one had been his two favorites for a multitude of reasons.
“Why was this one of your favorites?” I asked him.
“Do you want to see something cool, Spit Fire?”
Foolishly, in an attempt to be friendly because he was putting in effort to talk to me, I agreed, which he took that as free reign to fly upside down and spin wildly through the air. As the plane lurched to the side to spin once again, I felt like I was going to be sick. I just wasn’t sure if it would happen before or after the plane malfunctioned and shot me out of my seat so I could plummet to my untimely death. This was worse than rollercoasters that made you feel like you were free falling. At least those eventually came to an end. KC didn’t seem as if he’d stop anytime soon. I could hear his laughter ringing in my ears as he pushed the plane up into another loop. I caught sight of the ground beneath us as we reached the top of his loop and instantly regretted letting Maverick pick my pilot. I thought Maverick was bad, but I think he picked KC to prove a point to me.
There’s always a worse pilot out there.
“Isn’t this great?” KC called back as he leveled the plane again. It was obvious that he was having a blast. He was still able to smile and laugh while my smile had disappeared along with the rest of my patience.
“It was exciting the first time, but after the sixth I’m kind of over it!” I couldn’t handle this for the rest of the flight. Frankly, I was so disorientated I don’t think I could have stood up if he landed the plane right now. “I would appreciate it if we stopped. I’m not sure my stomach can
“I figured you’d appreciate that. You usually fall asleep on my flights and even when you don’t I still can’t get you to talk more than a few sentences. I’m usually carrying our conversations, which basically means I’m talking to myself.” He smiled at me and let out a low laugh. I elbowed him lightly in the ribs for the quip, and he turned back to being as serious as he could handle. “Though I should warn you that you won’t be sleeping on his flight. If you could sleep through that, then you deserve a medal.”
“Why is that?”
Maverick’s smile widened as a plane roared to life nearby. “You’ll see what I mean soon enough. Have fun. I heard he did some fun stuff while in the Air Force. Just think of the guys who do air shows and that should give you a good idea of what’s coming.” His tone was playful, yet at the same time mischievous.
“I’ve never seen an air show. What does that mean?”
All he did was laugh and give me a curt wave before walking off. I heard him mutter under his breath as he left, “You’ll never make fun of my flying again.” I fought the urge to tell him his flying sucked and rolled my eyes at him instead. I half expected him to turn around to glare at me. He always knew when I had a comeback waiting to escape my lips, but he didn’t and I walked off to ride with KC to Washington.
At least with Maverick leaving soon, and KC not interested in talking with anyone, Sharp Shooter would have to trust I was where I said I was. At least I was covered until he could get in contact with the director. Hopefully that would give me enough time to finish this once and for all .
Chapter 6
My hands were clutching the seat beneath me as KC continued to show off in the small jet plane he borrowed for the trip to Washington. It had two seats, and its speed made it a number one choice for quick drop offs and pick-ups, according to him. While we were half way through the trip, which I had slept through thankfully, he explained that this was his favorite jet. Since he didn’t talk much, I encouraged the conversation, but now I regretted it. Apparently in the Air Force this plane and a similar one had been his two favorites for a multitude of reasons.
“Why was this one of your favorites?” I asked him.
“Do you want to see something cool, Spit Fire?”
Foolishly, in an attempt to be friendly because he was putting in effort to talk to me, I agreed, which he took that as free reign to fly upside down and spin wildly through the air. As the plane lurched to the side to spin once again, I felt like I was going to be sick. I just wasn’t sure if it would happen before or after the plane malfunctioned and shot me out of my seat so I could plummet to my untimely death. This was worse than rollercoasters that made you feel like you were free falling. At least those eventually came to an end. KC didn’t seem as if he’d stop anytime soon. I could hear his laughter ringing in my ears as he pushed the plane up into another loop. I caught sight of the ground beneath us as we reached the top of his loop and instantly regretted letting Maverick pick my pilot. I thought Maverick was bad, but I think he picked KC to prove a point to me.
There’s always a worse pilot out there.
“Isn’t this great?” KC called back as he leveled the plane again. It was obvious that he was having a blast. He was still able to smile and laugh while my smile had disappeared along with the rest of my patience.
“It was exciting the first time, but after the sixth I’m kind of over it!” I couldn’t handle this for the rest of the flight. Frankly, I was so disorientated I don’t think I could have stood up if he landed the plane right now. “I would appreciate it if we stopped. I’m not sure my stomach can
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