Catching Smoke: The Tenth Chapter

Wednesday, September 03, 2014


Catching Smoke

The Tenth Chapter


He’s a much better pilot than Emma expected.

She almost expected a crash landing, a total annihilation of everything she had worked so hard to achieve. That’s how she had felt the entire plane ride, expecting the worst, feeling on-edge, unable to relax.

But they landed safely, quietly, without any trouble at all.

This wasn’t good news. For the first time, Emma was experiencing the effects of not having a plan. She suddenly had no idea what she was supposed to do. She had been counting on building her plan during the plane ride, but since that hadn’t exactly worked out, she was stuck.

“What’s the plan, boss?” The stranger who hijacked her plane asks, smirking.

She crosses her arms over her chest, and refuses to leave her seat. She stares out the window, into the darkness of the dimly lit airport, the twinkling lights of a city glimmering in the distance. What is she going to do? Where can she go from here? No matter what, she’ll be followed. She isn’t safe anywhere, especially not here.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t come up with a plan.” He says. “I expected more from you.”

She looks at him, at the smug smirk on his face. She wishes he would just go away and leave her alone. She was having a hard enough time before he messed everything up. Who was he? What did he want from her? Would she ever know?

“Still not talking?” He asks. She looks back out the window in response. “Fine. Don’t. I’ll get us a ride to the city.”

He gets off the plane, and she takes a moment to make arrangements for her jet before following him. She’s lucky she has enough connections to make a plan as she goes because that’s what she’ll be doing from now on. Until she figures out what she’s up against, she’s going to have to take things one step at a time, a scary first for Emma.

A shiny black car pulls up in front of them before either of them has the chance to speak. The stranger makes a move to open the car door, but before he can, the driver’s door opens, and a figure dressed completely in black, steps out, slides over the hood of the car, and swings a fist against his jaw. The whole movement is a blur of darkness and motion.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The dark figure asks, gripping the stranger by the throat.

Emma gasps, recognizing the female voice, and the dark figure immediately drops the stranger, snapping the attention to Emma. The dark figure pulls off a mask, exposing the face and grin of the woman Emma came searching for.

“Hello, stranger.” The woman says. “Miss me?”

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