Avian MorphologyWilliam Lyle Nelson :: The Roads of Albany, New York, USA
October 30th, 2012
"You'll be able to do a lot more than that when the AUP have let you into their world," Imogen winked, pushing her glasses up her nose. "But, I am taking your hesitant answer as a yes. It's a yes right? Good!" she clapped her hands together, swung her legs over the seat and settled into the driver's seat.
Will and Brad fastened their seat belts as Imogen fiddled with her GPS.
"We gotta go to the airport, boys. The AUP headquarters is situated in France. I hope you like snails and frogs' legs," she giggled again, taking a left as she pulled the car onto the streets.
"France?" Will questioned. It certainly wasn't around the corner, that was for sure.
The ride to the airport took about fifteen minutes, during which Imogen asked Will and Brad various questions about their personal lives, occasionally giggling at their answers. When they finally arrived at the airport, Imogen turned into what seemed to be a restricted area. That was confirmed when Will read an "Authorized Personnel Only" sign.
She pulled the car onto the private strip to reveal a jet awaiting them. Imogen parked the car a safe distance away, jumped out of her seat and opened the door for Will and Brad.
"Your chariot awaits, ladies," she giggled with a bow.
Will stepped out of the car first, mumbling something about "ladies" and "punching someone in the neck." Brad stepped out after him, placing his hands on the smaller man's shoulders as he brought himself into step next to him.
"Look, we get our own jet to take us to France. How exciting! Maybe you can write a story about it later," Brad said, teasing Will.
"Yes, wonderful. A spontaneous trip to France without any luggage or personal belongings, and without letting anyone know that we decided to leave the country for some odd reason. Not to mention you left the car parked in some random place in Boston, but, oh well." Will shrugged and left Brad to hesitate for a moment.
"Well, there's that, but . . . hey, free trip!" Brad said, for lack of any better comeback.
Will stared at the jet as they approached. He would have made a comment about not wanting to fly in a jet, having never actually done so in his lifetime, but he decided against it. He didn't have too much choice, and he also reckoned that he would have to get used to flying, considering the giant wings on his back.
Will sighed. "Let's get on with the show, then." With that, the two men followed Imogen onto the jet.