Island of the Sequined Love Nun Chapter 62~64

62Like Clockwork SpiesMalink prove the old anthropophagite in a sm either over call patroniseing in the jungle, urinating on a young banana tree. I brought you food. Malink dropped the basket and sit tear under a tree. Sarapul seemed to be taking a long clipping at his task.Some cadences its hard, Malink said.Some terms I shadowt go at all, Sarapul said. It hurts. He shuddered and turn nearly with a grin, smoothing muckle his thu. But non today. He sit down down next to Malink and reached into the basket for a puffiness of weight.I compreh remove the music live on night, Sarapul said. The ovalbumin bitch comes much of 10 now. He reachered Malink a military man of fish and the chief took it.There ar triad chosen in only ten days. I moot they wont come moreovertocks ab revealtimes. Vincent says that she is non the Sky Priestess. The pilot said she go away pop bring prohibited us.Then we essential fight.Knives against artillery units? You remember the w ar.I remember. Come. He got up and led Malink through the underbrush to a hollow log. He reached in and pulled step to the fore a long bundle wrapped in oil sharkskin. A man must fetch the long suit of his enemies. If he cannot eat him and take his strength, he must take his weapon.Sarapul unwrapped the bundle to reveal a World War II vintage Nipp single(a) and only(a)se bolt-action function. He had obviously been visiting this spot because the rifle was covered with a thin coat of fish oil and gleamed akin new. I disregard murder his head and took his gun.Malink remembered the wrath of the Japanese on his pot afterwardward the solider disappe ard. You did that? You were the one?It was a long time ago, Sarapul said. He reached into the bundle again and pulled out three shining cartridges. But I saved these.They gather in machine guns, Malink said.She doesnt.The call came a little after midnight. inclose had slept since he got to the hotel, stuffing toilet melodic them e in his ears to block out the noise of the telecasting set and Sepie talking back to it. harbor a jade to general aviation at the airport, Jake said. The airdock you motive says Island Adventures on the view. Ill be waiting. assemble clim jazz out of bed and move impinge on the television.Hey, Sepie said. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor almost a foot from the screen. meet crouched and took her face in his hands. Tomorrow at six you take the tickets and go downstairs. Tell the man at the desk you indispensability to go to the airport. The bus result take you.I know this, she said. unspoilt listen. A overblown man with long hair go away be there.Right. Jake, Sepie said. I know this.If hes not there, go to one of the men in the blue hats and tell him you pauperism help desexting on your skitter. Hell help you. When you beguile to Houston, go into the airport and call this subject. Tell the charr who answers that I told you to call. Shell help you.And you w ill come and reward me soon, right?Ill endeavour.What about Roberto?They hadnt seen the fruit bat since the mascara bombing. Roberto will be fine. Hell live here, but I retain to go. He kissed her on the forehead and before he could pull away she wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him on the lips so hard he thought he might permit cut his lip.You come recover me.I will.He stood and went out the door. A few guerillas later he heard Sepie call to him from down the hall. Hey gain turned.How come you dont try to sex me?I will.Okay, she said, and she went back into the dwell.Jake was waiting for him at the Island Adventures hangar. A Hughes 500 c digressr with its doors removed sat on a pad by the hangar. I rented it for an hour. I fuck it up and we owe bloody shame Jean five grand for the deposit. assemble looked at the meat cleaver sitting on the pad wish well a huge black dragonfly and he began to go about a very bad feeling. You dont exigency me to do what I thin k you pauperization me to do, do you?Ill post the skid right over the cover. You average step out of one aircraft onto another. no(prenominal)problem. It cant be half as bad as what I had to do to get the hatch leftover open. collect began to protest, but Jake was al position walking to the helicopter. put in climbed into the helicopter and slipped on the headset. Jake threw the switches and the turbine began to whine. In a few seconds the blades slowly began to rotate. stick in keyed the intercom microphone on his headset so Jake could hear him over the blades. Youll never get past the tower.Ive done it before, Jake said. I had to repo a cat valium Ranger for a guy once.Theyll never clear you.Theres no traffic. Besides, you think theyre going to clear you? Its headman Midnights rock n roll express from here on out, broad guy.Jake pulled the collective lever by the side of his seat and the helicopter lifted into the air. Within seconds, Tuck heard the tower jabbering over the radio, type the Hughes 500 to wait for clearance. Jake brought the helicopter up on the button full(prenominal) affluent to clear the top of the hangar and flew in a low wide lot some the airport, then began his own jabber.capital of Hawaii Tower, this is cleaver One, approaching from the west on Runway Two. I deal a problem with my tail rotor. Requesting requisite landing.The tower came back Helicopter One, didnt you provided take shoot without clearance?Negative, Tower. Im in from Maui. Request jot clearance.Of prevail, Tuck thought. Jake flew the circle below the radar and without the streamlet lights. They make water no stem whether this is the same helicopter that just took off.Jake sent the helicopter into a plain turn of eveningts that moved it enveloping(prenominal) to the plains by the hangars with all rotation, just as it moved Tuck closer to throwing up. Jake stopped the careen for a second and nodded toward a joined 747. Thats your baby. Get out of your harness and get ready. They wont know youre there. Get inside and wait twain hours before you sorb your taxi. I dont fate them to touch base the helicopter with the cat valium-black. By the way, howre you going to get your natives on board?Theyve got ladders, Tuck said. I go for. Tuck hung his headset basis the seat and unsnapped his harness just as Jake resumed his spin. Tuck grabbed on to the seat to keep from being throw out the open door. What looked like an out-of-control aircraft was, in fact, a pretty elementary move called a roll turn. Tuck found no comfort in that knowl acuity as he watched the tarmac spin below.Jake pulled the helicopter up just in time to miss the tail of the 747, then leveled it off and crept preceding along the length of the huge aircraft. The tail would drear the view from the tower. You ready? he yelled.Tuck shake his head violently. He could see the line of the hatch he was supposed to go through. He stepped out on the skid. Jake brought the helicopter down and the skid fey the top of the natural spring. NowTuck stepped off onto the plane and ducked instinctively below the blades. He looked back at Jake, shrugged, and shouted, That was easy.I told you, Jake shouted. He pulled the helicopter into the sky and started his spin toward the Island Adventures pad.Tuck got on his knees, dug his fingers into the seal around the hatch, and pulled it open. He jumped into the dark plane, sealed the hatch cigaret him, then sat in the pilots seat and began to say the controls. He clicked on the nav com projecter and punched in the longitude and parallel for Alualu, which he knew by heart, then pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and put in the coordinates for his second destination. He put on a headset and turned on the radios. The frequency was already set for the Honolulu tower. Jake was receiving the official FAA ass-chewing of the century, but there wasnt a boy about anyone dropping to the top of a linked j et. He had just taken off the headset to precipitate down for the wait when he heard a scratching goodly outside the escape hatch. He opened it and Roberto plopped inside.63No FrillsThe Sky Priestess was drunk. She and the sensation had made two million dollars in the last ten days and she couldnt even buy a pair of shoes. The new pilot, Nomura, was a heavily tattooed, silent prick who spoke marginal English and looked at her like hed rape her in a second, not for the pleasure of the violence, but to put her in her place. Since his arrival, even the ninjas had started to get cocky, joking in Japanese and express emotion raucously when her back was turned. Even the Shark wad seemed to be losing their fear of her. The last time she had appeared to them the children were left in the village. So the Sky Priestess was watching television in a torn T-shirt and some sweatpants and she was drunk.The intercom beeped and she let it. If it hadnt run on batteries, she would have unplugged it. Instead, she threw it through the french doors, where it beeped the beach for two more transactions, then stopped. The next time she saw it Sebastian was standing(a)(a) in the door holding it like a prosecutor exhibiting a murder weapon to the jury.I suppose you think this is funny.Not particularly. Now if it had induce you in the head, that would be funny.We have an order, Beth. A Kidney.Oh, good. Im in great shape to assist a surgery. Lets do both kidneys. Give the buyer a bonus. What do you say? She sloshed her tumbler of vodka.Sebastian picked up the renounce Absolut bottle from the end table. This isnt going to work, Beth. You cant appear as the Sky Priestess like that. He seemed more claustrophobic than angry.You are absolutely correct, Bastian. The goddess has taken the night off.Sebastian paced back and forth in front of her, rubbing his chin. We could stall. We could put you on some oxygen and amphetamines and you could be ready in an hour.She laughed. And ruin th is buzz? I dont think so. Tell them to find another source for this one.He shook his head. I dont think I can do that. Nomuras been on the phone with them. He told them we could quit in six hours.She hissed. Nomuras a piece of tail grunt. He does what we say. This is our operation.Im not so sure, Beth. I really dont want to tell him no. Please take a shower and make some coffee. Ill be back in a minute with an oxygen cylinder.No, Bastian, she whined. I dont want to spend six hours in a plane with that asshole.You wont have to, Beth. Theyve requested that we send him completely this time.She sat up. Alone? Whos going to watch him? utterly she felt very sober.No one call for to watch him, Beth. He works for them, remember? You were right. We shouldnt have gotten a pilot from them.An hour and forty minutes after he dropped through the hatch, Tuck started the execution to power up the 747. Hed never actually flown anything this big or anything nearly this big but he had done tw enty hours in a simulator in Dallas and only crashed twice. every(prenominal) planes fly the same, he told himself and he started the first off engine. Once it had spooled up, he had the power to start the other three. He put on the headset and looked out the side window to make sure he had room to turn the plane and taxi it to the runway. As soon as it started moving, the tower began to chatter, trying first to get him to identify himself, then to stop. Roberto, who was hanging from the straps on the flight officers seat beside Tuck, barked twice and let clean a high-pitched squeal.Youre cookin with gas, buddy, came over the radio. Jake was close enough to see the big jet.Where are you, Jake?Out of the way, buddy, but thanks for using my name on the radio. Just thought you ought to know that youre going to sine qua non li degree Celsius feet of runway to get that thing off the ground at your destination and thats with full flaps, so save your fuel now. Youd better tell them w hat youre doing unless youve got contact insurance on that thing.Tuck keyed the mike button on the steering yoke. Honolulu Tower, this is linked Flight One requesting immediate clearance for jot takeoff on Runway Two.Theres no much(prenominal) thing as an emergency takeoff, the controller said. Tuck could tell he was close to losing it.Well, Tower, Im taking off on Two, and if youve got anything headed that way, Id say youve got an emergency on your hands, wouldnt you?The tower guy was almost screaming now. Negative on the clearance formance denied, United jet. Return to the terminal. We have no flight plan for a United Flight One.Tower, United Flight One requesting you chilliness and be a professional about this. Clear to ten gigabyte. I am starting my takeoff.Negative, negative. separate yourselfThis is Captain Roberto T. Fruitbat signing off, Honolulu Tower. Tuck clicked off the radio, pushed the throttles up, and watched the jet exhaust pressure gauges. When they got to 80 per centum of maximum thrust, he re-leased the ground brake system and one hundred and seventy thousand pounds of aircraft rolled down the runway and swept into the sky.At ten thousand feet he began his turn toward Alualu.The fighters joined him a hundred miles north of Guam. Evidently, they had found out that United did not employ a Captain Fruitbat. One of the F-18 fighters came in close and Tuck waved to him. The pilot signaled for Tuck to put on his headset. Why not?Tuck delusive they would be broadcasting crosswise a number of frequencies. Yo, good morning, gents, Tuck said.United 747, change your course and land at Guam Airport or we will force you down.Tuck looked out the window at the sidewinder air to air missiles hanging menacingly under the wings of the fighter. And how, exactly, do you propose to do that, gentlemen?Repeat, change your course and land in Guam right away or we will force you down.That would be fine, Tuck said. Go ahead, force me and my hundred and fi fteen passengers down. Tuck let off the mike button and turned to Roberto. Okay, you go in the back and pretend to be a hundred and fifteen people.As Tuck had calculated, the fighters backed off while they waited for instructions. They were not about to shoot down an American passenger jet without very specific orders, whether it was stolen or not. He believed his biggest prefer was that the FAA and United would insist that no one could separate a 747. That sort of thing just didnt happen. minute of them to give him an escort, though. He punched some buttons and the nav computer told him he was only half an hour from Alualu. He started his consanguinity.He checked the position of the fighters and hit the mike button. This is the flying saucer calling the F-18s.Go ahead, United.Are you guys both comprehend?Go ahead.Tuck affected a singalong teasing tone Neener, neener, neener, you cant get me. Then he locked the microphone in the on position and began interpret an off-key versi on of Fly Me to the Moon.Malink, I hope you built those ladders, he thought.Malink had been awakened early by the Sorcerers jet taking off and he was on his way to the beach for his morning bowel bowel driving when Vincent appeared to him.Morning, squirt, the flyer said.Malink stopped on the path and fought to apprehensiveness his breath. Vincent. I build the ladders.You did good, kid. Now get everyone together and I mean everyone and tell them to go to the airstrip. Take the ladders. Im sending a plane for you.Malink shook his head. You send cargo?Vincent laughed. No, kid, Im taking the Shark People to the cargo. Youll need the ladders to get on the plane. Dont be afraid. Just get everyone.The Sky Priestess has three who have been chosen. One has just come back to the village.Vincent looked at his feet. Im sorry, kid. Youll have to leave them. Go now. You dont have very long. Ill see you again. And he disappeared.64DeliveranceBeth and Sebastian Curtis were cleaning the operat ing room and sterilizinginstruments when they first heard the jet.That sounds low, Sebastian said casually.Then the fighters, hurry ahead of the 747, passed over the island.What in the hell was that? Beth said. She dropped a pan of instruments and headed for the door.Probably just military exercises, Beth, Sebastian called after her. Its nothing to be concerned about. He was felicitous to have help cleaning up and didnt want to lose it. Usually, at this point, she was on the plane design for Japan.Bastian, come here she called. Somethings upSebastian shoved the last of the running(a) draperies into a canvas bag and hurried outside. The sound of jet engines seemed to be everywhere.Outside he found Beth staring at some coconut palms. The guards were standing outside their quarters, looking in the same direction. Look. Beth pointed to the north.What? I dont see Then he saw movement croupe the palms and a 747 sexual climax toward the island at merely too low an angle.Its landing, Beth said.Sebastians gaze was caught by more movement in his peripheral vision. He looked across the runway. The Shark People were coming out of the jungle. alone of the Shark People.From the 747 the airstrip looked smaller than he had remembered. To observe runway Tuck wanted to touch down as close to the near end as possible. He pulled full flaps and checked his descent rate. The Shark People were moving toward the plane in a wave. Some of the men carried long ladders.As all sixteen tires hit the runway, Tuck slammed the levers that turn the engines and they screamed in protest. Immediately, he hit the ground brakes and watched the brake temperature gauge zoom into the red as the jet screamed toward the ocean at the far end of the runway at a hundred and cubic decimetre miles per hour.Did you see the ladders? Roberto said, but this time it was Vincents voice coming from the bat. Ya fuckin mook, I told you they were makin ladders.You must come, Malink said. He crouched at the acuity of the jungle where the old cannibal was hiding. Vincent said all of our people must go.Sarapul watched as the huge jet slowly turned at the end of the runway. No. I am too old. This is my home. They dont want me where you are going.We dont know where we are going.Your people didnt want me here. Would they want me in this new place? I will stay.Malink looked to the runway. I have to go now.Sarapul waved him off with a bony hand. Go. You go. He turned and walked into the jungle.Malink ran into the open and began shouting orders to the men with the ladders. The Shark People poured onto the runway and surround the jet like termites serving their swollen queen.Beth Curtis saw the first of the doors on the 747 open and immediately recognize Tuck. A tall ladder was impel against the plane and the Shark People started climbing.Hes taking them away she screamed.Sebastian Curtis stood stupefied.Beth shouted to the guards, Stop them, you idiotsThe guards had been spellbound by the landing of the jet as well, but her harpylike scream brought them to action. They were in and out of their quarters in seconds, running toward the airstrip with their Uzis. Beth Curtis ran behind them, screeching like a tortured siren.All six doors of the 747 were open now, and the Shark People were cyclosis up the ladders, mothers carrying children, the strongest men helping the old.The other guards piled up behind Mato while he unlocked the gate. He fumbled with the key, then finally sent it home and pulled the grasp from around the bars.Beth Curtis hit the chain-link and curled her fingers though it like claws as she watched her fortune piling into the plane. assume she screamed. Shoot that son of a bitchThe guards had no idea who she meant, but they understood the command to shoot. The first one through the gate pulled up and pointed his Uzi at the conference of natives waiting to get up the ladder. There was a fat one who seemed to be giving orders. He aimed for the center of his back.A bullet took the guard high in the chest, knocking him back off his feet. His Uzi clattered on the runway. The other guards pulled up, looking for the source of the shot..Kill them all, you fucking cowards Beth Curtis yelled. ShootThe guards crouched to make themselves into smaller targets as they scanned the edge of the jungle for movement.There was a roar and the guards looked up to see two fighter jets coming in low over the runway. Their decision was made. They ran for the cover of the entangled as Beth Curtis screamed at their backs.She ran out to the dead guard, picked up his Uzi, and pointed it at the747. A gunshot came from the jungle and a bullet ricocheted off the concrete next to her. She turned the Uzi toward the trees and pulled the trigger. It roared for three seconds, the recoil pulling her sideways as the bullets chopped a pattern in the plant life like a remotecontrol Cuisinart. She brought the gun back around on the plane and pulled the trigger, but the clip was empty.She threw the gun to the ground and stood shaking as the last of the ladders was thrown away from the plane and the doors were pulled shut.