Ezra Standish sipped his
latte and contemplated the correct wording for the incident report of the most
recent raid of his ATF team. He smiled as the proper descriptive verbs came to
him. He really did enjoy words and their infinite power and creativity. No sooner
had his fingers hit thekeys, however, then a paper aircraft made a crash landing
on his keyboard as well. Gritting his teeth and looking up, his green eyes met
the clear blue ones of their sharpshooter.
"Might I assume that this misdirected
missile is yours?"
Vin looked sheepish. He was going stir crazy sitting in
the office on desk duty. Unfortunately, his doctor had decided to be cautious
and wait another week before allowing Vin back to his regularly scheduled activities
on the team. He had tried every trick in the book, and a number that weren't,
to get Chris to let him go on the raid anyway, but the man had not budged. Vin
was not allowed to do anything but light desk duty until his doctor cleared him.
"Sorry Ez, it got away from me, I was aiming for Buck," Vin confessed, taking
his latest creation off of Ezra's keyboard.
Shaking his head, the undercover
agent looked at his report and decided that it was complete and ready for Mr.
Larabee's signature. Hitting the appropriate button, he saved the document and
sent it to the printer. A roar told him that Vin's second attempt had not failed.
The plane was now making a return flight across the room with some slight modifications
to it. It's life ended when it crashed mid-air into Chris on a coffee run. He
picked it up, mangled it and deposited it in the recycle bin near the printer.
Sending a glare at both agents responsible, he got his coffee and returned to
Ezra was picking up his report when a new plane bounced off the
back of his head. Retrieving it from the ground, he tweaked the wings and sent
it back to the sharpshooter. "I suggest that you get remedial flying lessons if
you are going to continue acting as an airport for those menaces."
and bounced the next one off Josiah's book.
Ezra sighed, it really wasn't Vin's
fault he was acting like this, he was simply bored out of his tree! He was an
extremely active man who, due to a broken arm, had been reduced to almost no activities
the last few weeks. The man needed to feel free open space like anyone else needed
to breathe. Something had to be done, however, as Larabee was also going to snap
if he was hit by one more article flying through the air. The plane was just the
latest in a week-long list of paper objects that had collided with him.
Ezra left Chris's office after depositing his
report. Going to his station, he logged off and shut down the computer for the
weekend. His next stop was Vin's desk.
"Mr. Tanner, are you ready to depart
for the day? Our supervising agent has graciously agreed to allow us to leave
early," he informed the other man.
"Chris has been trying to get Vin to leave
all week," Buck chuckled.
"I wished to depart early and Chris allowed it, sayingI
was to take Mr. Tanner with me. I agreed, since it fit into my plans for the afternoon,"
Vin grinned and prepared to leave. Whatever the southerner
was up to should be more fun that sitting here doing paperwork and harassing Chris
and the others when he couldn't sit still any longer.
Within minutes, the two
men were down in the garage heading to Ezra's Jaguar. Vin had to admit that the
leather seats and purring engine were nice.
"Where are we off to?" Vin asked.
"You shall know when we have arrived," Ezra smiled and slid into the traffic.
Vin raised an eyebrow. Pestering Ezra never got you an answer, so he sat back
and enjoyed the ride.
Vin blinked as
he saw where they were, there was only one thing in this area. A private air strip
owned by a flying club. He turned and looked at his friend.
"As I said, Mr.
Tanner, you obviously require remedial instruction in the proper and safe operation
of flying transports, as a number of your paper ones managed to escape your control,"
Ezra replied, showing a guard his ID card as a member and parking his car in the
"We're going flying?" Vin's eyes bugged out of his head.
he had known Vin for a little over a year, now, and it never ceased to amaze him
when the serious adult would turn into a gleeful and mischievous child. "I thought
perhaps instead of attempting to soar paper planes, we might soar ourselves."
Vin followed Ezra towards a white, single-prop, two seat plane.
to check some things on it and I'll be about fifteen to twenty minutes," Ezra
said, opening the passenger door.
Vin got himself situated in the passenger
seat and buckled up.He sat staring at all of the gadgets and things on the dashboard.
Well, in a car it would be the dashboard, he wasn't certain what it was called
in a plane. Ezra came aboard and buckled himelf into the pilots seat after checking
that Vin was properly strapped in "First thing is a pre-flight check, Vin," Ezra
explained as he went through the routine check. Vin silently and with rapt attention
listened as he was told what each instrument was and what it did.
knew it, they were heading down the runway and taking off. Vin had everything
he could do not to whoop in excitement as they left the ground. He had flown many
times, but it had never been in a small private plane like this where he was able
to see everything in almost every direction "I didn't know that you had your own
plane, Ez," Vin said, raising his voice slightly to be heard.
Ezra grinned, as he banked and turned. Vin did whoop, this time.
"Might I gather
from your response that you would not be adverse to learning to soar on your own
set of wings?" Ezra asked, looking at his passenger.
"You offering to teach
me?" Vin gapped in amazement.
"Mine is a pilot's license not an instructor's,
but should you wish to learn, our club instructor has been told you are to be
given lessons in my plane. After you have soloed, you will naturally have the
use of the plane if I'm not using it."
Vin looked at his friend, "Ezra?"
shared your thinking place with me last month when we were riding, I am merely
returning the favor by sharing mine," The Southerner explained.
lessons and then letting me share your plane is a lot more than goin' riding with
someone and showing them a nice place you know of," Vin pointed out.
that injury to your arm, taking a bullet that was aimed at me and would have killed
me. I, I have never known anyone willing to take a bullet for me, even a non-lethal
one. I merely wished to express my gratitude," Ezra admitted hesitantly.
got six of us that would take a bullet for you now, brother. And thanks for sharing
"Indeed, you appeared to be in need of soaring today, or else
an industrial strength tranquilizer."
Vin grinned, he hadn't meant to, but
he knew his bored antics had been making the group as crazy as he was. Ezra was
right, he had needed to get out in the open again, and this had been the perfect
way to do it!
The sound the men made as the plane did a loop was indescribable.
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