Chapter 39 of Tessa and The Stranger in the Plane

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Posted by Goodsport from adsl-216-102-199-185.dsl.snfc21.pacbell.net on October 10, 1999 at 01:04:00:

: Chapter 39 [Aragorn's Inner Turmoil] (written by Brett (Yasim) Lambert)

: "So that's it? That was why you called me Butterball?!?" James asked in pure astonishment.
: "Yep, that's correct! Pretty funny, isn't it?" Aragorn chuckled with a silly grin on his face.
: "Yeah, whatever you say" James responded with a little of disappointment in his voice.
: Brett, James, and Aragorn took their fist-class seats on the plane heading directly to Switzerland.
: "Ah, this is the life!!!" Brett proclaimed, relaxing in his king-size chair. It was almost couch-like!
: First-class is the way to travel!!! Brett thought to himself.
: "Yeah, that's right" Aragorn said as he took his gigantic seat and looked at the faces of James and Brett. He suddenly grew very nervous.
: As the plane trip rode on, the sexy stewardess brought the trio wine, fancy cheeses and crackers.
: "Wine and hors d'oeuvres, you handsome devils you?" the stewardess inquired with a sexy voice, with a body to match.
: "Please, madam!" Brett winked, as he took both the wine and the tray. As the stewardess walked to the next row of seats, Brett pinched her cute behind.
: "Ooohh!" the stewardess giggled.
: Meanwhile, Aragorn grew more and more nervous. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead. His heart was beating like a jackhammer. The guilt of betraying his two best friends began to engulf him. Brett and James noticed Aragorn's apparent nervousness.
: "What's wrong Aragorn-buddy? The wine not cold enough?" James asked.
: "Huh? Oh, the wineÖ it's just fine" Aragorn replied, so nervous that he didn't realize at that he wasn't even holding a wineglass.
: The seconds wore on, although to Aragorn it felt like hours. He finally couldn't take it any moreÖ he could no longer be a triple-agent. He decided then and there that he had to fight for the Lamberts' ideals. Not for Micah's or for Deirdre's - only the Lamberts'.
: Aragorn stood up and yelled at the top of his lungs, "I can't take it anymore!!!!!" He then ripped off both his tiny surveillance equipment and homing device, and stomped all over it.

: - - -

: Micah and Michaelson were listening to the Lamberts' conversation with Aragorn, when all of a sudden they heard a loud ringing in their microphones. The target on the radar blip over Europe then disappeared.
: "What happened?!" Michaelson asked.
: "I don't know!" Micah replied. The Lamberts must have discovered Aragorn's equipment. We're in it deep now! "Time to use Plan B!"

: - - -

: As Aragorn stomped on the equipment, the stewardess kindly asked him to stop. Aragorn complied and sat back down in his seat.
: "What the hell was that, Aragorn?" Brett asked with concern.
: "Micah's agents wired me, Brett," Aragorn confessed, "they forced me to do itÖ they put me up to it. I didn't want to but..."
: "Those bastards!" James chided, "How could they do this to you?"
: "It was a contractual obligation, so I had to do it. But at the last minute I decided I couldn't go through with it. Don't worry guys, things will be just fine from now on. Now, let's enjoy the rest of this first-class flight and watch the in-flight movie," Aragorn assured.
: The in-flight movie was none other than E.T., Brett's favorite movie of all time.
: After the excellent movie, dinner was served. It consisted of lobster , with plenty of crab legs. The coach-class, meanwhile, got imitation gruel.
: As the sexy stewardess served the dinner to the trio, she slipped a note in Brett's dinner. It said in English: "Meet me at the first-class washroom for a little dessert"
: Brett read the note with a devilish grin. He had the look on his face that said, "OH YEAH!!!"
: "Excuse me, guys. I have to take a leak," Brett cheerfully said.
: Brett entered the unusually luxurious and surprisingly spacious washroom. The sexy stewardess took off her uniform, and now was only wearing her bra and panties. She pulled Brett in and locked the door. The sign on the outside of the door read: OCCUPIED. And it certainly was!

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