Island of the Sequined Love Nun Chapter 60~61

60Meanwhile, Back at the Ranchbloody shame dung atomic number 18e sat behind a desk fashi unmatchedd entirely of rose crystal veined with fools gold and st atomic number 18d discover the windowpane at the Houston skyline. A b graden stupor had risen to the level of her fiftieth-floor run intoice as the exhaust of a million cars huddle against the stratosphere and curled around the city wish a huge rusty barf looking for a place to nap. It in effect(p) made her made as a cowpoke wear bob-wire pants, still if non mad enough, of course, to sell her sh atomic number 18s of GM and Exxon. no-account chips was blue chips, later on all, and the great conjure up of Texas ran on oil.The intercom beeped and bloody shame Jean keyed her speaker teleph atomic number 53, non because she needed her man causation free to last, notwithstanding because the ph wizard tele yell receiver either got caught in her hairdo or her clip-ons rattled against it making all sorts of distracting racket. Thered been a time, to begin with Prozac, when shed thought for six months that the FBI was tapping her promise line, only to find turn up it was a pair of twenty-carat ruby cluster earrings battering against the earpiece.Yes, Melanie. forgatherer Case on the phone, bloody shame Jean. Hes been citeing all day. Ive move to couch him wrap up, but he says that people are firing to die if you dont talk to him.Does he sound drunk?No, Maam. He sounds serious.bloody shame Jean took a deep inkling and looked up at the Monet hanging on the far wall. Twenty million dollars, depreciated as office furnishings, ap-preciated to twice its value and donated to a museum as a donation write down at full value, with no capital letter gains, and thereit would hang until the day of her expiration when it would go to the museum.And it also matched the couch.Put him through, she verbalise.Mary Jean, its conglomerateer.I was simply thought process of you. How are you, sweetie?Mary J ean, Im stone unplayful and I need you to listen.Go on, introduceer. I got more ears than a cornfield in June.First, I kip down that there were neer any criminal charges filed, and I dont point you for trying to issue forth me step up of the way. but I could authentically use come up-nigh help.Mary Jean blanched. Can you express one blurb, darlin? thank. She pushed the hold button and accordingly the intercom. Melanie, dear, would you mind shoot downing me a coupling of number five Valiums and a weeny glass of juice? Thank you. She clicked approve to assemble. Go on, honey.And pull to seeher did, for fifteen minutes, and when he finished, Mary Jean said, Well, thats just not veracious. Thats just terrible.Yes, it is, Mary Jean.We just raftt fox that, she said. You give Melanie your number there. Ill bring down what I bottomland do.Mary Jean, I really appreciate this. If I could go to anyone else, I would.And hurt my sprightlinessings? No, you wouldnt. slip iner Case, Ive been selling the power to change yourself for forty years. Now, if I dont imagine in the power of redemption, then Im illegal of false advertising, arent I? You sit tight, now. Bye.She clicked the intercom. Melanie, overreach me Jake Skye on the line, please. Thank you, dear.61Roundhouse alohaTuck stood at the arrival supply amid a assort 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 spotted Jake Skye well before he came out of the tunnel. He was a oral sex taller than most of the tourists and one of the few who had a tan. Tuck waved to him and Jake tossed his head to tape hed seen him. He came out smile with his hand ext s light uped.Tuck smiled and hit Jake with a roundhouse to the jaw that knocked him plump for into a group of pseudo hula girls. Jake apologized to the girls and rubbed his jaw as he sullen to Tuck.We done?I guess so, T ucker said. He knew that Jake would nal ways apologize for selling him out.Jake fell in be status 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 apportion you home. Jake pulled cardinal airline ticket folders out of his garb pocket. Mary Jean says you provide bring your new girlfriend.Im not going home, Jake.Youre not?No. I need your help, but Im not going butt to Houston.Theres a stop in San Francisco. You can filth off there.No. Ive got roughly things I need to do.Buy me a drink. Jake turned and walked into an open cocktail lounge where a twenty-foot falls fell over colour lava leaning amonga forest of bromeliads and orchids. Cool airport, Jake said, drag a stool up to the bar. You ever think somewhat living in the tropics?Tuck whipped around on his stool and Jake held up his hands in surrender. tho kidding. Okay, whats the story?This time Tuck told the story leaving 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 fire hydrant the doctors com dedicateer and erase the database. It might obtuse 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 wanted to. wherefore not? Ive got the password.Jake drained off the come through of his third Mai Tai. Hes on a send uplink net. The connection only goes both ways if he wants it to. I wont be capable to fill in. Besides, its not in the bang parameters. Im supposed to come here, get you, and apportion you home. Period.Tuck dug a veer of paper 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 maxim the numbers written on the paper. Where did you get those numbers?They were on the bottom of a desk drawer in Curtiss clinic.Theyre not computer codes, Tuck. Y ou see those letters 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 said.Jake was staring at the paper in Tucks hand. How a lot?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 bewilder in mind, partner?I want to get the Shark People off the island.How many a(prenominal)? Three hundred and change? utilise a ship.I want to go before longer. I want to fly them off.Jake smiled. The wheels were running(a) now. Its going to take a broad architectural plane 747 or L-1011. That island got enough racetrack for something that sizing?Can we get something that size?Not legally, Jake said.Im not worried intimately legally. Im worried about logistically.Jake stood up. Im not debauched 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 specie in it or not. If I dont use up it, and the moneys in my account, youre s loted.Jake considered it, then nodded. I can live with that. lets go watch the coarse planes take off.Tuck was amazed at the way Jakes mind worked. The second hed original that they were going to detach a 747, it became a difficulty, and when it came to solving problems, Jake was the outmatch. They stood on an open walk that overlooked the tarmac, watch 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 bluster in the Middle East, isnt it?They hijack, they dont steal. With hijacking, you dumbfound to take a pilot with you. Jake pointed to a row of planes docked at the terminal by furled walkways. These guys? Out of the question, he said.Why?Because theyve just come in and theyre low on fuel or theyre being fuel 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 place near hangars at the far side of the airfield. Those are our babies. Theyve got fuel, but theyre inhabiting for a crew and passengers. After midnight nothing goes out of this airport except FedEx. The advantage of a vacation destination. Nobody wants to fly in our out at night.The planes were a acceptable half a mile extraneous. Thats a long way to go crosswise 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 jacket over the cockpit.Thats four stories up. How are you going to get up to it? deplete to it, Jake said.Down?The problem is how to get the hatch un catched. They only open from the inside. Im still a myopic 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 with the master.Tuck looked around, thinking that Jake was lecture about someone else. atomic number 18 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 fledge attendant. issue forth on, lets get my bag. Ive got an extra change of apparel 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. comparable you have to ask.Jake spent an hour studying outflow schedules and talking to counter people at the different 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 conspiracy?What?Maytag washer-dryer combination with minibasket and plication guard. How much?I dont know. Maybe a grand. Are you okay?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 wrong. Is eleven nine nine suggested retail. You lose.Youre watching The Price Is Right?They give you things if you know how much. Is in truth hard.Do you need anything? Tuck asked. I can call room benefit 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 relieve later. I have to go now.She hung up on him. Evidently, her fascination with plumbing and telly didnt extend to the telephone. He found Jake talking to a girl at the get together counter who was obviously taken with the din gy pilots charm. He saw Tuck and said good-bye.Ive found our plane and the crew assignments. We have a ten-minute window to get to admission 38 so you can work your magic.The plan was for Tuck to spot a escape valve 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 plane 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 fixed 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 pretty blond woman, about twenty-five. Pass, Jake said.The succeeding(prenominal) 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 bag behind her.Go to it, stud, Jake said. He gave Tucker a little shove.Tuck shoved back without taking his eyes off the woman. I cant do this, Jake.What? Jake Skye grabbed Tucks wrist and put on 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 blazing do. Jake pulled off the flannel shirt he was wearing open over his black jersey 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 bi ceps to show and took off down the concourse after the middle-aged flight attendant.Tuck went extracurricular and found the shuttle to the Hyatt Regency. During the ride back to the hotel, he realized that he had no idea how to explain a washer-dryer combination to someone who had never worn lieu or a shirt until two days ago. He decided to go with magic.