Island of the Sequined Love Nun Chapter 62~64

62 Like Clockwork Spies Malink found the old savage in a little clearing in the wilderness, peeing on a youthful banana tree. â€Å"I brought you food.† Malink dropped the bushel and plunked down under a tree. Sarapul appeared to be taking quite a while at his assignment. â€Å"Sometimes it's hard,† Malink said. â€Å"Sometimes I can't go at all,† Sarapul said. â€Å"It hurts.† He shivered and turned around with a smile, smoothing down his thu. â€Å"But not today.† He plunked down close to Malink and ventured into the crate for a hunk of fish. â€Å"I heard the music last night,† Sarapul said. â€Å"The white bitch comes all the more regularly now.† He offered Malink a bit of fish and the boss took it. â€Å"There are three picked in just ten days. I figure they won't return once in a while. Vincent says that she isn't the Sky Priestess. The pilot said she will murder us.† â€Å"Then we should fight.† â€Å"Knives against weapons? You recollect the war.† â€Å"I recall. Come.† He got up and drove Malink through the underbrush to an empty log. He came to in and pulled out a long pack enveloped by oiled sharkskin. â€Å"A man must take the quality of his adversaries. In the event that he can't eat him and take his quality, he should take his weapon.† Sarapul opened up the group to uncover a World War II vintage Japanese jolt activity rifle. He had clearly been visiting this spot in light of the fact that the rifle was secured with a slight layer of fish oil and shined like new. â€Å"I remove his head and took his gun.† Malink recalled the rage of the Japanese on his kin after the solider vanished. â€Å"You did that? You were the one?† â€Å"It was quite a while ago,† Sarapul said. He ventured into the pack again and pulled out three sparkling cartridges. â€Å"But I spared these.† â€Å"They have machine guns,† Malink said. â€Å"She doesn't.† The call came a brief time after 12 PM. Fold had dozed since he got to the lodging, stuffing bathroom tissue in his ears to shut out the clamor of the TV and Sepie sassing it. â€Å"Take a taxi to general aeronautics at the airport,† Jake said. â€Å"The overhang you need says Island Adventures as an afterthought. I'll be waiting.† Fold moved up and killed the TV. â€Å"Hey,† Sepie said. She was sitting with folded legs on the floor about a foot from the screen. Fold squatted and took her face in his grasp. â€Å"Tomorrow at six you take the tickets and go ground floor. Tell the man at the work area you need to go to the air terminal. The transport will take you.† â€Å"I know this,† she said. â€Å"Just tune in. A tall man with long hair will be there.† â€Å"Right. Jake,† Sepie said. â€Å"I know this.† â€Å"If he's not there, go to one of the men in the blue caps and reveal to him you need assistance jumping on your plane. He'll support you. At the point when you get to Houston, go into the air terminal and call this number. Tell the lady who answers that I advised you to call. She'll help you.† â€Å"And you will come and get me soon, right?† â€Å"I'll try.† â€Å"What about Roberto?† They hadn't seen the organic product bat since the mascara shelling. â€Å"Roberto will be fine. He'll live here, yet I need to go.† He kissed her on the temple and before he could pull away she folded her arms over his neck and kissed him on the lips so hard he figured he may have cut his lip. â€Å"You come get me.† â€Å"I will.† He stood and went out the entryway. A couple of moments later he heard Sepie call to him a few doors down. â€Å"Hey!† Fold turned. â€Å"How come you don't attempt to sex me?† â€Å"I will.† â€Å"Okay,† she stated, and she returned into the room. Jake was sitting tight for him at the Island Adventures shelter. A Hughes 500 helicopter with its entryways expelled sat on a cushion by the shelter. â€Å"I leased it for 60 minutes. I screw it up and we owe Mary Jean five thousand for the deposit.† Fold took a gander at the helicopter sitting on the cushion like an immense dark dragonfly and he started to get an awful inclination. â€Å"You don't need me to do what I think you need me to do, do you?† â€Å"I'll put the slip directly over the bring forth. You simply step out of one airplane onto another. Forget about it. It can't be half as terrible as what I needed to do to get the incubate left open.† Fold started to dissent, yet Jake was at that point strolling to the helicopter. Fold moved into the helicopter and slipped on the headset. Jake tossed the switches and the turbine started to cry. In almost no time the sharp edges gradually started to turn. Fold keyed the radio mike on his headset so Jake could hear him over the cutting edges. â€Å"You'll never move beyond the tower.† â€Å"I've done it before,† Jake said. â€Å"I needed to repo a Jet Ranger for a person once.† â€Å"They'll never clear you.† â€Å"There's no traffic. Plus, you believe they're going to clear you? It's Captain Midnight's stone ‘n' move express starting now and into the foreseeable future, enormous guy.† Jake pulled the aggregate switch by the side of his seat and the helicopter lifted into the air. In no time, Tuck heard the pinnacle babbling over the radio, notice the Hughes 500 to hang tight for freedom. Jake brought the helicopter up sufficiently high to free the top from the overhang and flew in a low wide hover around the air terminal, at that point started his own babble. â€Å"Honolulu Tower, this is Helicopter One, drawing nearer from the west on Runway Two. I have an issue with my tail rotor. Mentioning crisis landing.† The pinnacle returned: â€Å"Helicopter One, didn't you simply take off without clearance?† â€Å"Negative, Tower. I'm in from Maui. Solicitation crisis clearance.† Obviously, Tuck thought. Jake flew the hover underneath the radar and without the running lights. They have no clue about whether this is a similar helicopter that just took off. Jake sent the helicopter into a level turn that drew it nearer to the planes by the sheds with each revolution, similarly as it drew Tuck nearer to hurling. Jake halted the turn for a second and gestured toward a United 747. â€Å"That's your infant. Escape your bridle and prepare. They won't know you're there. Get inside and hold up two hours before you start your taxi. I don't need them to associate the helicopter with the stream. Incidentally, how're you going to get your locals on board?† €Å"they have ladders,† Tuck said. â€Å"I hope.† Tuck draped his headset behind the seat and unsnapped his bridle similarly as Jake continued his turn. Fold took hold of the seat to shield from being tossed out the open entryway. What resembled a wild airplane was, truth be told, an entirely rudimentary move called a pedal turn. Fold found no solace in that information as he watched the landing area turn beneath. Jake pulled the helicopter up without a moment to spare to miss the tail of the 747, at that point leveled it off and crawled forward along the length of the colossal airplane. The tail would darken the view from the pinnacle. â€Å"You ready?† he yelled. Fold shook his head brutally. He could see the line of the incubate he should experience. He ventured out on the slip. Jake cut the helicopter down and the slide contacted the highest point of the stream. â€Å"Now!† Fold ventured off onto the plane and dodged intuitively underneath the edges. He glanced back at Jake, shrugged, and yelled, â€Å"That was easy.† â€Å"I told you,† Jake yelled. He maneuvered the helicopter into the sky and began his turn toward the Island Adventures cushion. Fold jumped on his knees, dove his fingers into the seal around the bring forth, and pulled it open. He hopped into the dull plane, fixed the incubate behind him, at that point sat in the pilot's seat and started to consider the controls. He tapped on the nav PC and punched in the longitude and scope for Alualu, which he knew by heart, at that point pulled a bit of paper from his pocket and put in the directions for his subsequent goal. He put on a headset and turned on the radios. The recurrence was at that point set for the Honolulu tower. Jake was accepting the official FAA ass-biting of the century, however there wasn't a word about anybody dropping to the highest point of a United fly. He had recently removed the headset to settle down for the hold up when he heard a scratching sound outside the break bring forth. He opened it and Roberto thudded inside. 63 Nitty gritty The Sky Priestess was tanked. She and the Sorcerer had made 2,000,000 dollars over the most recent ten days and she was unable to try and purchase a couple of shoes. The new pilot, Nomura, was a vigorously inked, distant prick who talked peripheral English and saw her like he'd assault her in a second, not for the delight of the savagery, however to take care of her. Since his appearance, even the ninjas had begun to get arrogant, kidding in Japanese and chuckling rambunctiously when her back was turned. Indeed, even the Shark People appeared to lose their dread of her. The last time she had appeared to them the kids were left in the town. So the Sky Priestess was staring at the TV in a torn T-shirt and some warm up pants and she was tanked. The radio signaled and she let it. In the event that it hadn't run on batteries, she would have unplugged it. Rather, she tossed it through the french entryways, where it signaled the sea shore for two additional minutes, at that point halted. Whenever she saw it Sebastian was remaining in the entryway holding it like an examiner showing a homicide weapon to the jury. â€Å"I assume you think this is funny.† â€Å"Not especially. Presently on the off chance that it had hit you in the head, that would be funny.† â€Å"We have a request, Beth. A Kidney.† â€Å"Oh, great. I'm fit as a fiddle to help a medical procedure. How about we do the two kidneys. Give the purchaser a reward. What do you say?† She sloshed her tumbler of vodka. Sebastian got the void Absolut bottle from the end table. â€Å"This isn't going