Run for It (Sequel to 'A Crush or a Friend')

Chapter 9

"Everyone, up and at 'em, touching down in ten," Channing and Louise began shouting throughout the corridor, banging on our doors. I rolled over and groaned. "Baskin, get up!" "I am!" I yawned and slid out of the hard, stiff bed. I looked over, hanging on the door was my own suit. I glanced out the window and we were flying a couple hundred feet over some suburbs. Below us, a maroon and silver snake on rails zoomed under. I stretched and slid into the suit. Rowan was right, it fit tightly, but in a comfortable way, the interior soft and fuzzy.

I walked out to the main corridor where the others were waiting, Donna and Rowan downing some bacon and egg sandwiches. "Suit, change to formal business woman," Louise said. Channing handed us some folders and we opened them. "These are your covers, study them quickly, we're due into Gare du Nord twenty off the plane." I opened the folder.

Name: Montague Tussati

Age: 23

Profession: Eurostar First Class attendant

Beside it was a fake I.D. and several other forms of identification along with a quick description. "Suit, change to Eurostar attendant." The suit changed to navy blue pants and vest and a white dress shirt and red tie with a Eurostar pin on my right peck and your typical, annoying, in-the-way lanyard. Channing turned into a business man along with Donna while Rowan changed to a tourist and Ross changed to the tourist's friend.

"Boss, we have word that Agent Johunta is scheduled to board the nine forty-three service to St. Pancras, his cover is a drug dealer disguised as a college professor, first class," Louise said tapping her pad a few times. "Thank you, ok, he is a Jaguar, vigilant, when you spot him, open with, 'That Paddington accident in the late 1900's'," Channing said. "Right... what was that about?" "Two trains collided a few miles outside of Paddington." "Should've figured."

The plane jumped a bit as it touched down. "Grab the suitcases I gave you last night, they will be your carry on and contain all the items you will need. They're disguised as regular carry-on baggage items so you won't have to worry about getting caught." I nodded and grabbed my bag. Channing handed us all small pistols. I slid it into my back pocket and covered it with my vest. The plane ground to a stop and Ross pushed the door open. In front of us stood four cars, one SUV, one rundown rental and two Civics. "Rowan and Ross, you're in the shit mobile, Louise, you're with me in the SUV, Donna and Blue, take the Civics." We nodded. "In your cars are the train tickets and parking passes along with preprogrammed routes to Gare Du Nord, we're about ten miles outside the city, they will take us down different road so nothing is seemed to be suspicious, they will all relatively take the same amount of time, everyone got their covers down?" A chorus of "yes" arose. He nodded and we quickly got in our cars.

I started up my car and the route had me driving around the city and into the back of the station. Rowan and Ross got out first, me following behind. We split up further into the suburbs. I'd be lying if I said it was easy to drive. Of course, it was rush hour, this is my first time driving in a different country, and I don't speak French and I barely passed Spanish which is sort of similar to French. Though, what isn't a lie is the trip went by quickly, even for rush hour.

Meanwhile, Donna, keep in mind, she's on her period, was sent directly through the city, was giving the furs around her a heart attack as she drove between the stalled traffic while being chased by hot cops in tight uniforms on mopeds.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY YOU MIDGET FANCY TURDS! I WILL BEAT YOU ALL THE WAY TO AVIGNON! THE GAS PEDAL. IS. ON. THE. RIGHT," She yelled, honking the horn. "OH FUCK THIS TRAFFIC!" She swerved in between the cars and floored it. Sirens in the background. "OH. COME. ON." She pushed the pedal all the way to the floor. "Come get me bitches," she yelled and flipped them off.