Once the plane took off and was at altitude, the steady hum of the engines filled the cabin as we leveled out, the wings slicing through the sky. The hum was soothing though irritating at the same time. Boats across the ocean took forever and a land vehicle wouldn’t work due to being the wrong vehicle to cross the ocean so a plane was the best way to get back to Ontario
Suddenly, I heard the muffled sound of an explosion. A bright orange fireball erupted violently on
the ground, tearing through the area with incredible force. I saw the
reflection of the fireball from the window. The reflection immediately made me
look down to the general area from where the explosion was.
Far below, the landscape stretched out in a quiet, sprawling
grid of roads and buildings, dotted with the tiny, faint pinpricks of
streetlights. I knew right away that Marlon had taken care of the car. Marlon
not only took out the car but several buildings as well. He always helped me
out and always stuck to our plans but he gets slightly carried away.
"Wow!" I said.
Unfortunately, it got Mike’s attention. He immediately
shifted in his seat and looked out his window as well, searching the ground
below. It didn't take him long to spot the massive, flickering orange glow. He
watched the flames dance from the distance as a thick column of smoke began to
plume upward into the air.
"That is impressive," Mike said, his voice quiet
as he stared at the where the explosion took place. "Is that the car we
used?"
I just nodded my head to confirm that it was. I kept my
mouth shut, leaning back into my seat. I was trying to look casual while my
eyes subtly scanned the cabin. I looked at the seams in the wall panels, the
overhead light fixtures, and the small air vents, wondering if there was a
hidden microphone tucked away somewhere out of sight. I didn’t know if the
plane was bugged or not, but after living my life traveling back and forth
between different countries, I wasn’t going to risk saying anything until I
knew it was safe. Mike kept staring at me, waiting for me to say something.
A few hours later, I raided my bag to find my equipment to
detect listening and recording devices. These were my personal devices and were
a higher quality than the ones provided to me from the Italian government. As I
stood up from my seat, I turned the devices on and went through the main cabin
of the plane. I didn’t find anything so I headed towards the bathroom and
didn’t find anything there either. Despite not finding anything, I still didn’t
feel comfortable discussing anything about what I did since landing in New
Zealand. I’d be more comfortable either out in the open at a large field or at
my home. However, if it were at my house, I would have to check my house first
though.
Mike eventually fell asleep. I stayed awake as I can’t sleep
in a plane. I familiarized myself with the plane and due to this phone that
Roberto gave me, I was able to pull up the plans of the plane without using internet
connection. I wanted to see if there any places that I may need to relocate if
anyone on board – crew or otherwise – knew of my identity and wanted to blow
it. I ended up connecting my phone to the outlet connected to my armrest and
pulled out a book. I was almost done with it by the time he woke up.
“Hey,” Mike mumbled as he was waking up. “Where are we over
the ocean?”
“Just halfway over,” I sighed. The pain and the pressure
that I was feeling so soon after the surgery was super uncomfortable. I groaned
in pain. I knew that I need to take some kind of pain relief medication and
there was no way that I was going through customs on strong pain meds from Sera
and Elena’s plastic surgery hospital. I got up from my seat, grabbed my
crossbody bag and started for the galley. “I’ll be back momentarily. I just
need to stretch my legs.”
Mike nodded though he knew something was up. When I arrived
at the galley, I spoke with the head flight attendant.
“I’m so sorry to bother you. I’m in seat 3A and I’m getting
a little hungry. I also have a bit of headache and want to take some Advil – my
doctor wants me to eat before taking it. Are you able to drop a snack and some
water off at my seat while I’m using the bathroom?” I asked.
“Yes, Duchess,” he said.
“Shhhhh, Martin!” I quietly begged as I read his name tag.
“I expect the staff to know my identity due to my passport but I don’t want the
rest of the travelers to know. A pseudonym that I’ve used in the past is
“DeppGrl Smith”. My travel companion has known me as that for years and just
recently found out my true identity. Can you please speak with the other flight
attendants about this? I’d be appreciative of it.”
“Of course, Ms. Smith,” he said. “I understand your request
for. And yes, I’ll talk to the rest of the flight attendants and pilots about
this. I’ll ask the pilots to contact ground control when we get closer of your
request to be more anonymous.”
“Thank you,” I said. “No rush to get the snack and beverage
to my seat as I’ll be a few minutes. If my travel companion would like
anything, I’ll pay for it as well. I’ll make sure I square up long before we
land.”
“Of course,” he nodded.
I headed to the bathroom. When I got in, I closed and locked
the door. I hung up my purse, lifted my dress and released the drains in my
breasts that Dr. Aris and Dr. Welsh inserted. I sighed in relief that some of
the pressure was released. I knew that I’d feel better once we landed and used
ice. I knew that Mike needed to be shuttled to his place once we landed and I
would need to be brought to my local hospital to be checked out as I fear for a
possible infection. I closed the drains, washed the areas, used the bathroom,
washed my hands, grabbed my purse and left the bathroom.
I made it back to Mike about fifteen minutes after I left
him.
“All ok?” he asked. “I asked the flight attendants about you
and they all said that you were ok.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I sighed. “I needed to take care of a few
things from my surgery a few days ago.”
“Holy fuck! Are you ok?” he asked.
“Sore but fine. Once we land, you’ll get brought home and
I’ll head to the hospital to get examined again,” I said. “It wasn’t life
threatening surgery.”
“Necessary?”
“Yes, necessary. We’re leaving it at that.” I said. “As for
stuff about New Zealand and everything after that, it’ll be a conversation for
another time.”
He nodded as I sat down. The head flight attendant came
around to drop off meals to both Mike and I. When he arrived to me and was
placing food and a large bottle of water, I gave him four hundred and seventy
five euros. He opened his mouth and before he could say anything, I did.
“I can’t thank you enough for your kindness for bringing
meals to us. I hope it’s enough for the food, beverages, the time it took for
you to heat everything up and bring it over,” I said as I handed him the money.
With my other hand, I slid five envelopes under the fabric that covered the
card he used for the other flight attendants. However, there was only three
hundred euros in those envelopes. I had given Martin four hundred to cover the
small cost of the food (which was about twenty five euros) but he had received
more due to being the head flight attendant as well as speaking to the entire
flight crew with my request to be called ‘DeppGrl Smith’. He didn’t have to but
he did.
“Thank you, Ms. Smith,” he said with a wink to acknowledge
the envelope under the fabric. “I appreciate you paying for your meals before
leaving as well as the generous tip.”
I nodded my head.
“What was all of that about?” Mike asked as he was eating.
“Nothing for you to worry about,” I said.
I opened my food to see that it was eggplant rollatini in a
marinara sauce, tortellini in a cream sauce, garlic bread and a side salad. It
was great as plane food goes but too salty for my liking. I thought that I
should see a cardiologist while I was at my local hospital after getting checked
for infection from my plastic surgery locations.
After eating and having some of my water, I took the bottle
of Advil from my purse and poured three onto my hand. I closed the lid, popped
the Advil into my mouth and took a swig of my water. I tossed the bottle of
Advil back into my purse, twisted the lid of the water bottle back on, reclined
my seat and closed my eyes. I hoped that this would relay a message to Mike
that I wanted to get some sleep. Thankfully, it worked. I heard him begin to
snore minutes later. After he was asleep for an hour, I got up and went to the
bathroom again. The pressurized air was beyond uncomfortable on my stomach and
breasts but not so much my eyes.
Once inside the bathroom, I lifted my dress to access the
drains in my breasts. I opened them and released the drainage. It was slightly
pink but looked good. I closed them, washed the area around the drains and
rinsed the sink. I adjusted my dress and headed back to my seat. My tray was
cleared and put back as was Mike’s. I sat down and pulled up the screen in
front of me to see what the status was of our flight. We were ninety minutes
from Newfoundland, Canada. I forgot that we had a quick layover there before
flying to Ontario. Usually there is a layover on the way to Ontario from
Newfoundland but I felt that with my Russian diplomat status, we could get a
direct flight there. Again, I called out to all of the deities I could name in
eighty five minutes.
I had another fifteen deities to name before we landed but I
was able to finish when Mike, the rest of the passengers and I collected our
personal belongings from our seats and overhead bins.
"Finally, that's done," I said, slinging my pack
over my shoulder. "I actually managed to name all eighty five."
Mike rolled his eyes playfully. "I still don't know how
you got through all of them with a crying and screaming baby two rows
back."
“It wasn’t easy,” I said. “I hate screaming and crying
babies.”
I thanked each cabin crew member as we exited. "Thank
you so much, have a wonderful day," I told them as we stepped onto the
stairs that lead us to the tarmac.
“Unfortunately and yet fortunately, we landed but we in
Newfoundland as a layover,” I said. “Clearly, we still need to fly to Ontario.
Typically, there’s a layover to that flight as well but I’m hoping we get a
direct flight.”
"A direct flight would definitely make things
easier," he agreed. "How long of a flight is it?"
“It’s a nine and half to ten and a half hour flight,” I
said. “It varies on the weight of the plane and the weather.”
“Let’s hit customs and get our tickets,” he said.
I nodded in agreement.
