Chapter 2.2
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Alex Stephens stared out the small window of the otherwise deserted first class section of the 747. A huge purple-black storm a few miles off to the left made him feel slightly uneasy. He had never really liked flying, and the huge mass of energy was only making the butterflies in his stomach circle a little bit faster.
The British SAS. The Regiment. It was the boy's life. It was all the young man had ever wanted. And now, because of one old fart's obssession with catching the Tango poisoner, the poor kid was all alone in a strange country with, going by the audio, a bullet hole in him.
A huge pulse of lightning flashed within the storm's belly. The sergent held a breath. He silently hoped the pilot hadn't spent the last few hours in a cocaine laced haze of alcohol, hookers and hydro. All the army pilots Alex knew were fucking nutcases, why would civillians be any different, figured alex.
He took another deep breath and swallowed the thought as he began to go over the re-con photos that the General had given him. He listened to the audio transmission through his ipod as he did so, but all he could hear was the blades of a chopper ripping at the sky and the familiar sound of a sniper's single rifle crack.
"god damn it! thought the soldier "Why the fuck was the kid alone!" he lent back and closed his eyes, slowly squeezing their inner corners into his nose with his thumb and forfinger. "We're on our way mate. hang in there." he grumbled as he stared back out at the storm. "Hang in their kid."
Closing his eyes and resting his head on his little cushion, the soldier drifted off into a shallow doze, outside, the storm raged in earnest.
The seargent opened his eyes a few minutes later and looked up as the pretty blond airline hostess who had welcomed him aboard pushed the heavy metal drinks trolley towards him. "Would you like something to drink sir" she smiled.
Alex lent back in the plush first class seat and breathed a tired response "Yes thanks love. Drambuie over ice, if you've got it." The hostess frowned and knelt down to begin the search of her trolley. "Ah, here we go" she said finally, standing up and adding some ice to his glass.
She noticed Alex's eyes tracing the outline of her athletic body while she poured the amber liquid from the full bottle. "Obviously a man of good tastes she mused, leaning over and handing him his drink.
"Thanks" mumbled the soldier as he took the glass and brought it to his mouth. The hostess gazed around the cabin at all the empty seats. "I've never been on a flight this empty" she said. "It's kind of eerie, isn't it?" she added, resting her arm on the seat in front of Alex.
"I can think of many worse places to be right now" said the soldier "and worse company to be in." he added with a grin. The hostesses cheeks flushed red and she smiled back before extending her youthfull hand "Anna" she said.
Alex took the beautiful young woman's hand in his and held it lightly, it was petite and warm and he felt a slight increase in his heart beat. "Alex." he said
Anna eased the trolley foward a couple of aisles and pushed the brake lever with her foot before coming back and sitting in the seat next to the soldier. "So what are you going to do in Aussie, Alex?" The plane banked to the left slightly and Alex stared out the window for a moment. "I'm going to find a friend" he said "A good friend."
Anna sat back and frowned again, Alex decided she had a sexy frown "Boy or girl" she asked innocently. Alex felt a slight movement in his pants as he answered. "Boy" he laughed quietly "Just a good friend." He added, finishing his Drambuie.
"I'll get you another said the hostess, springing up and walking back to the trolly. Alex sat in the seat smiling. "It's been a while" he thought, tring to conceal the rapidly expanding problem in his trousers.
Anna returned with his drink, along with one for herself. She handed them both to him and kicked off her shoes before sitting down. "so what do you do Alex?"
The man stared out the window once again before answering "I'm a soldier." he said quietly. Anna's eye's lit up "A soldier hey" she said, biting her lower lip "do you have your uniform with you?" Alex laughed "Yeah, but it's not on me right now, it's in with my luggage." "oh, thats too bad" said the hostess, pouting.
Alex took another sip and began to ask the girl about her life. The two talked quietly for the next twenty minutes about work and war and family and funny things that their friends had seen or done untill the Drambuie started to kick in and they ran out of conversation fillers.
The hostess looked at the back of the seat in front of her for a long time before skolling the remains of her forth drink "let's go get it" she said suddenly, grabbing Alex by the hand and standing up. "What?" said Alex as he was forced to stand. "Your uniform, dummy!" she giggled "I want to see what you look like in it."
"What, right now" asked the half pissed soldier. "Yep." replied the barefooted Anna as she led the stunned soldier down the aisle "Right now."
They entered the first class crew area, Alex pulled Anna's arm towards him to slow her down. "Are you sure this is alright" he asked nervously. "No" replied the fiesty hostess with a twinkle in her eyes "But you should't be complaining, soldier-boy, how many chances you going to get in life to be inducted into the mile-high club?"
Her arguement was a strong one and Alex couldn't see any reason to argue, what were they going to do, throw him out at thirty thousand feet. He laughed and pulled the hostess towards him roughly "O'k Anna, but fuck the uniform, let's just stay here" he said, pulling his shirt off to reveal an upper body sculpted through years of training. Anna's eye's went wickedly wild as she pounced on him and wrapped her long legs around his waist, her mouth hitting his with the force of a tsunami.
The mischievious pair banged around the small kitchen section for a few rough minutes before Anna suddenly tore herself away and stood defiantly, her hair tangled and her uniform ruffled. "No way soldier-boy" she said loudly "If you dont get that uniform on in the next five minutes, it's not gonna happen."
Alex stared at the girl in disbelief, he was so horny it hurt. "Well where the fuck is it!" he shouted. Anna pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips "Down there" said the firey young woman, pointing at a small hatch on the floor. "Five minutes" she said as she held her watch up " Starting now! You better hurry soldier-boy!"
Alex shook his head in frustration and pounced on the trap door, his back muscle's rippling as he pulled it back and dropped straight through. Anna bit her lip again and stared at her watch.
Inside the bowls of the plane, Alex ran. He ran down a series of small corridors which finally saw him emeriging into the 747'S huge cargo hold. Eight large steel boxes sat in the centre of the hold, each one held in place with thick staps and netting. "Youve got to be joking" he thought as he fondled his hard-on absently. "OK, lets see what's behind door number one" he grunted as he ripped off the straps and opened the side of the first can. Polystyrine boxes.
Alex glanced at his watch "O.K then, lets try the other end." He ran up to the last can and opened that. Boxe's and crates. "Fuck" he moaned as he ran to a can in the middle, his erection now gone. As he pulled back it's side and was confronted with a mountain of luggage, he breathed a sigh of relief and began ripping the bags and suitcases out and throwing them on the ground. He got to the bottom with no sign of his suitcase and looked at his watch again "Fuck, two minutes" he thought "I need more time!"
The can to his left soon had it's side ripped off too, and after grumbling and cursing his way through it's contents, he was about to move onto the next, when the corner of a faded black leather suitcase caught his eye "Yes" he shouted, reefing the bag out and almost ripping the zip off as he opened it. 'One minute' said his watch.
The sodier screamed aloud as he stripped off his pants and grabbed his uniform from within the suitcase. Pulling on the camoflauge pants before running back down the corridors, he knew he would be cutting it fine.
Anna waited at the top of the ladder with her eye's alternating between the hatch and her watch. 10..9..8..7.. "Come on soldierboy" she urged.
Two strong hands gripped the hostess' waist from behind and she squeeled as she was lifted into the air, spun around and placed back on her feet. Alex stood standing tall in front of her, his combat fatigues unbuttoned, but on. A satisfied grin spread across his face. "So" he said
