I could fly a plane if I needed to, but I didn't care for it. They should have picked Flint for this mission. He was far more well-rounded and experienced with these sort of missions.
Well they hadn't picked him; they'd picked me instead, a relative newcomer to the Agency. I would do my best, but in terms of managing the mission I felt like I was winging it by the seat of my pants.
My thoughts turned to Flicker and almost immediately I felt her thoughts come to me, "Need a lift?"
I stopped dead on the street and quickly thought responded, "Yeah that would be great!"
"Get a car and drive south out of town." Came the response.
I got a car and five minutes later I was outside of town headed south.
"Take a right and then a left."
I followed the instructions.
"Park the car."
I did and got out pulling my duffel bag along with me. I felt the brush of air on me, even though there was no breeze. Like a phantom out of some kind of sci-fi show the form of an entirely alien looking aircraft materialized out of nowhere to hover over top the dirt road ahead of me.
It wasn't a plane so much as it was an air mobile of sorts. Kind of a mixture between a jet ski, with an F-14 front and two small projecting side wings reminiscent of a World War II fighter plane. It looked as lethal and sleek as its rider, who turned the craft to the side and dipped the one wing down until it almost touched the gravel of the road.
Flicker turned her blonde head to me and flashed her white teeth, "Ready for your next near-death experience?"
It was the second time that old movie line had been said today, but this time I had to admit I was scared. I could feel Flicker laughing at me in my mind, even as she only continued to stare at me in the physical with a smile.
I walked up the lowered wing gingerly, only to see that there wasn't much room left on the seat that Flicker straddled. This was going to be uncomfortable.
The idea of crossing an ocean and invading another country's sovereign airspace with a vessel out of a sci-fi drama was daunting to say the least.
I swung my duffel bag behind my shoulder, as I swung my leg over and sat down in full contact with Flicker on the seat that she straddled. I don't think these things were made to seat two. What was perhaps worst of all was that she was fully aware of everything I was going through in this moment.