“Done. Get in here and take off your clothes.”

“I do not want to have sex with you.”

“You’re a fickle bitch Jack I hope you’re still going to pay me.”

“I want you to fly me to Bogotá.”

“For twelve million dollars?”

“Yes.”

“Do we have to bomb it or something?”

“Would you do that for twelve million euros?”

“Sure why not.”

“Huh.”

“Now why the fuck do you look like I shat on your puppy?”

“I feel like you massively overestimate how awful it would be to have sex with me.”

“Yeah I’m sure you do get in the plane I’m supposed to drop orphans on emergency medical equipment in seventy-nine hours.”

“I think you have that the wrong way round.”

“Yeah I’m sure you do get in the fucking plane.”

—

Because this is the world now this is the thing: everywhere is just a few hours away. Mozart’s plane is not super-duper fast but it is fast enough. It has nasty military seating the way they make seating by averages and that way it never actually fits anyone in particular it is always averagely uncomfortable for everyone. She has bolted some sort of stereo system onto the back of the flight deck and there is an actual hammock and an espresso machine where the forward galley would be on a commercial flight and otherwise the whole thing is just a heavily armored cigar of metal without windows. It’s like a submarine for air. The instruments are all like science fiction advanced and no doubt Charlie would be super excited but I do not really care about that stuff and all I can see is the little cubbyhole with the hammock and the books and even there are pictures on the ceiling and this is about the loneliest little mobile house I have ever seen.

—

“This is the loneliest mobile house I have ever seen.”

“I’m an introvert I do not like people very much.”

“I hear that and I respect it do you want me to go sit in the back?”

“…No.”

“…”

“…”

“…So how did you get to be like this rebel pilot lady?”

“…”

“…”

“…Bad timing I guess.”

“What bad timing?”

“Are you always like this?”

“Like how?”

“Like chatty.”

“Well we have hours right?”

“We do I was thinking we would spend it in tranquil contemplation of the majesty of the earth from altitude.”

“…”

“…”

“…So now that we’ve done that—”

“O God I’ll tell you when we pass over Iceland.”

“Are we going to pass over Iceland?”

“Absolutely not.”

“So you will never tell me.”

“Nope.”

“And we’re not passing over Iceland at all that was like pilot humor?”

“Sure whatever.”

“O because I have friends there.”

“…”

“…Whom I will not wave at as we do not pass over Iceland.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…So how—”

“O my God—”

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