Island of the Sequined Love Nun Chapter 60~61

60Meanwhile, Back at the Ranchbloody shame denim sit behind a desk fashi championd entirely of rose quartz stain with fools gold and stared bring step forward the window at the Houston skyline. A brown fog had risen to the level of her fiftieth-floor polish office as the exhaust of a trillion cars huddled against the stratosphere and curled around the city like a extensive rusty cat looking for a place to nap. It unless make her made as a cowpoke article of clothing away bob-wire pants, precisely non mad enough, of course, to sell her shares of GM and Exxon. Blue chips was blue chips, after(prenominal) all, and the nifty state of Texas ran on oil.The intercom beeped and bloody shame Jean keyed her speakerphone, not because she readed her transfer free to work, but because the phone receiver any got caught in her hairdo or her clip-ons rattled against it making all sorts of distracting racket. Thered been a time, before Prozac, when shed thought for six months that th e FBI was tapping her phone line, only to find give away it was a pair of twenty-carat ruby cluster earrings banging against the earpiece.Yes, Melanie. pile uper carapace on the phone, Mary Jean. Hes been calling all day. Ive time-tested to put him off, but he says that people are going to die if you dont talk to him.Does he sound drunk?No, Maam. He sounds serious.Mary Jean took a complicated breath and looked up at the Monet hanging on the far wall. xx million dollars, depreciated as office furnishings, ap-preciated to twice its value and donated to a museum as a donation write-off at full value, with no gravid gains, and thereit would hang until the day of her death when it would go to the museum.And it also matched the couch. go under him through, she said.Mary Jean, its fag.I was just thinking of you. How are you, sweetie?Mary Jean, Im stone sober and I need you to listen.Go on, incloseer. I got more ears than a cornfield in June.First, I issue that there were never an y criminal charges filed, and I dont blame you for trying to everywhereprotect me surface of the way. But I could really use some help.Mary Jean blanched. Can you hold one southward, darlin? thank. She pushed the hold button and then the intercom. Melanie, dear, would you head teachering bringing me a couple of number five Valiums and a teeny glass of juice? Thank you. She clicked back to assemble. Go on, honey.And gather did, for cardinal minutes, and when he finished, Mary Jean said, Well, thats just not mightily. Thats just terrible.Yes, it is, Mary Jean.We just apprizet start that, she said. You give Melanie your number there. Ill see what I nooky do.Mary Jean, I really appreciate this. If I could go to anyone else, I would.And hurt my feelings? No, you wouldnt. Tucker Case, Ive been selling the power to change yourself for forty years. Now, if I dont believe in the power of redemption, then Im guilty of false advertising, arent I? You sit tight, now. Bye.She click ed the intercom. Melanie, calculate me Jake Skye on the line, please. Thank you, dear.61Roundhouse AlohaTuck stood at the arrival gate amid a group of Hawaiian college students wearing grass skirts and sarongs and festooned with leis they were draping on tourists as they came out of the tunnel from the 747. Tuck sight Jake Skye well before he came out of the tunnel. He was a head overblowner than most of the tourists and one of the few who had a tan. Tuck waved to him and Jake tossed his head to render hed seen him. He came out grinning with his hand extended.Tuck smiled and hit Jake with a roundhouse to the bother that knocked him back into a group of pseudo hula girls. Jake apologized to the girls and rubbed his jaw as he turned to Tuck.We done?I guess so, Tucker said. He knew that Jake would never apologize for selling him out.Jake fell in beside Tuck and they walked through the terminal. I didnt see that coming. Youve changed, buddy.I guess so, said Tuck. Thanks for coming. Im just here to allow you home. Jake pulled two airline ticket folders out of his apparel pocket. Mary Jean says you idler bring your new girlfriend.Im not going home, Jake.Youre not?No. I need your help, but Im not going back to Houston.Theres a stop in San Francisco. You can get off there.No. Ive got some things I need to do.Buy me a drink. Jake turned and walked into an open cocktail lounge where a twenty-foot waterfall fell over black lava rock amonga forest of bromeliads and orchids. Cool airport, Jake said, pulling a stool up to the bar. You ever think nigh living in the tropics?Tuck whipped around on his stool and Jake held up his hands in surrender.Just kidding. Okay, whats the story?This time Tuck told the story go away out none of the details, and to his credit, Jake did not call him crazy at the end. So what do you think you can do?Well, first, I thought you could hack the doctors computer and erase the database. It might slow up the process if he has to do all the tissue types again.Jake was shaking his head, Cant do it, buddy. Even if I deprivationed to.Why not? Ive got the password.Jake drained off the last of his three Mai Tai. Hes on a satellite uplink net. The connection only goes two ship canal if he wants it to. I wont be able to get in. Besides, its not in the mission parameters. Im supposed to come here, get you, and take you home. Period.Tuck remove a slip of news report from his back pocket and unfolded it. Ive got these. peradventure they can help.Jake was still shaking his head, but he stopped when he truism the verse written on the paper. Where did you get those numbers?They were on the merchantman of a desk drawer in Curtiss clinic.Theyre not computer codes, Tuck. You see those letter at the end? BSI? You know what that is?Tuck shook his head.Banc Suisse Italiano. Those are Swiss bank account numbers. Jake tried to snatch the paper and Tuck pulled it out of his reach.You willing to expand the mission parameters? Tuck sa id.Jake was staring at the paper in Tucks hand. How much?Half.Jake scratched his three-day growth of beard. And they were getting how much per kidney?Half a mil.Jake cringed, then relaxed and put his hand on Tucks shoulder. What did you have in mind, teammate?I want to get the Shark People off the island.How more? Three hundred and change? Hire a ship.I want to go sooner. I want to fly them off.Jake smiled. The wheels were working now. Its going to take a big plane 747 or L-1011. That island got enough runway for something that sizing?Can we get something that size?Not legally, Jake said.Im not worried almost legally. Im worried about logistically.Jake stood up. Im not flying it. I get you a plane, I get half. Deal?Ill give you one of the account numbers as soon as we get the plane. You take your chances whether theres money in it or not. If I dont make it, and the moneys in my account, youre screwed.Jake considered it, then nodded. I can live with that. Lets go watch the big pla nes take off.Tuck was amazed at the way Jakes mind worked. The second hed accepted that they were going to slue a 747, it became a puzzle, and when it came to solving problems, Jake was the best. They stood on an open walkway that overlooked the tarmac, honoring the 747s taxiing into the terminal.The best thing, Jake said, about stealing a 747 is that no one assumes that anyone is crazy enough to try it.I thought people tried to steal them all the time. Its a league sport in the nerve center East, isnt it?They hijack, they dont steal. With hijacking, you have to take a pilot with you. Jake speckleed to a row of planes docked at the terminal by rolling walkways. These guys? Out of the question, he said.Why?Because theyve just come in and theyre low on fuel or theyre macrocosm fueled to take off again, and most of the time, if you can get in them, theres a crew on board. He pointed to some jets parked nigh hangars at the far side of the airfield. Those are our babies. Theyve g ot fuel, but theyre waiting for a crew and passengers. After midnight nothing goes out of this airport except FedEx. The profit of a vacation destination. Nobody wants to fly in our out at night.The planes were a good half a mile away. Thats a enormous way to go across an airfield without the tower seeing us and calling security. And we have to drive a ramp over to it to get inside.No, we dont. Theres an emergency escape hatch for the pilots in the roof over the cockpit.Thats quadruplet stories up. How are you going to get up to it?Down to it, Jake said.Down?The problem is how to get the hatch unlatched. They only open from the inside.Im still a trivial unclear on the down part of the plan, Tuck said. At some point he was going to be on top of a 747 and heights made him nervous.Let me worry about that, Jake said. Then he snapped his fingers as if conjuring the answer to his problem out of thin air. Ive got the answer right here in front of me. What was I thinking? Im working wi th the master.Tuck looked around, thinking that Jake was talking about someone else. Are you talking about me? I dont know how to do anything.But youre wrong, Tuck, youre wrong. For this part of the plan we need the cooperation of a pip attendant. Come on, lets get my bag. Ive got an extra change of dress you can wear.Whats wrong with these clothes? Tuck asked. He was still wearing the oversized and now distressed hand-me-downs of Sebastian Curtis.Like you have to ask.Jake spent an second studying flight schedules and talking to counter people at the varied airlines. Tuck took the opportunity to call the hotel to check on Sepie. She answered on the second ring. Hello. How much is washer-dryer combination?What?Maytag washer-dryer combination with minibasket and wrinkle guard. How much?I dont know. Maybe a peremptory. Are you hunky-dory?Shed put the phone down and he heard her shouting at the TV, Is a grand Is a grand You fuckin mook Oh, no. She picked up the phone again. You wr ong. Is eleven nine nine suggested retail. You lose.Youre watching The Price Is Right?They give you things if you know how much. Is very hard.Do you need anything? Tuck asked. I can call room service from here and have them bring you some food.Perfume and lipstick, Sepie said.Thatll have to wait. Ill be back soon, okay?Okay. Tuck?What, Sepie?What is washer-dryer combination?Ill exempt later. I have to go now.She hung up on him. Evidently, her fascination with plumbing and television didnt extend to the telephone. He effectuate Jake talking to a girl at the United counter who was on the face of it taken with the grungy pilots charm. He saw Tuck and said good-bye.Ive effectuate our plane and the crew assignments. We have a ten-minute window to get to introduction 38 so you can work your magic.The plan was for Tuck to function a flight attendant coming off the plane, get to know her, and convince her to go back into the jet and throw the latch on the emergency hatch before the pl ane was cleaned and moved away from the terminal. They waited at the tunnel into Gate 38. The passengers had long since deplaned, as had the pilots.Remember, you want to go ugly, Jake said.I know, Tuck said. Hed changed into Jakes clothes, which fit him, at least, even if he looked like a guitar player for a Seattle grunge band.And old if you can get it.I know, Tuck said.You want a woman who looks like she couldnt get set(p) in a mens colony.I know, Tuck said. Would you back off? I havent done this in a while.Like riding a bicycle, buddy.The first flight attendant out of the tunnel was a evenhandedly blond woman, about twenty-five. Pass, Jake said.The next was a man, and the next a tall black woman who could have been a runway model.Theyre killing us here, Jake said. How would you feel about going for the guy? Hes our best chance so far.Fuck off, Jake.Just an idea.They waited for five more minutes before a tired-looking woman in her fifties came down the tunnel pulling her flight b ag behind her.Go to it, stud, Jake said. He gave Tucker a minuscule shove.Tuck shoved back without taking his eyes off the woman. I cant do this, Jake.What? Jake Skye grabbed Tucks wrist and pretended to be taking his pulse.Tuck pulled away from him. I cant do this.Dont pull this shit on me, buddy. Shes getting away. This is what you do.Not anymore, I dont.Well, I sure as hell do. Jake pulled off the flannel shirt he was wearing open over his black T-shirt and threw it to Tuck. Go back to your hotel and wait for me to call. What room are you in?Twelve-thirty.Jake pushed the T-shirt sleeves up just enough for his biceps to show and took off down the concourse after the middle-aged flight attendant.Tuck went outside and found the shuttle to the Hyatt Regency. During the get off back to the hotel, he realized that he had no idea how to explain a washer-dryer combination to someone who had never worn shoes or a shirt until two days ago. He decided to go with magic.