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There is no difference between ures out we’re all the saht a cigarette in the ALCO parking lot in Burlington, take a drag, and blow it out as I wait for Sasha to change in the bathrooot everything you need Good thing, because the Smurfette looked a little too much like a crack addict to take on a private jet
I slide lare from the sun as she exits the store, all cleaned up Her hair is back in a ponytail--lers remain I swat them off her head as she passes and she turns and punches hten up, S to arette and toss it, then get in the truck She takes her ti the seatbelt across her chest I take a moment to study her She looks better with her new shorts and t-shirt, but she’s still a coine "Well, it will have to do," I sigh "You looked like you were living out there in the scrub for ?" Her head turns towards ot a… look Yeah I’m not sure about that look "What?"
"Days?" she snarls at me
"Fine," I say as I pull forward and make my way to the street, then turn left towards the airport "I adirl back in Cali She’s e"
"Package?" she growls this ti what Merc said when he told me to pick you up, OK? That’s not what I’d call you Pest maybe Shitty archer, pain in the ass--take your pick But if I had known he was talking about a kid, I’d have h the intersection and head south The airport is set us to where we need to go with one planned stop near Vegas for cheap fuel It’s only a couple miles south of town and it looks more like a cornfield than an airstrip But I’ve flown out of here lots of tiuy I use when I’ He keeps his mouth shut and takes my cash And that’s all you can ask for
I park the truck in the set out and I shake h "Look, none of your probleet your little ass out of the truck and do what I say"
That look again It’s just a flash but it hasit in I let her keep her silence for now because Harrison is co to the jet off to the left We meet up halfway to the plane and shoot the shit while Sasha looks off in the distance His jet is nice, not big, but nice He uses it to shuttle people froolf course up north a little ways
We all clis up and starts his pre-flight stuff Sasha settles in the bucket seat across froain A few rab some drinks from the cooler I hand her an OJ and she takes it, shakes it, twists open the cap and swigs it down like she’s starving
"Hungry?" I ask her
"What do you think?" she sneers
I shrug and drink my own OJ for a few seconds "You had a pile of pheasant feathers on the ground So I assu well"
She shakes her head and huffs out so sousted?"