The Archfornicator of Canterbury

44 Not cleared for take-off

Jack was halfway through his gin and tonic when two Transvestitian police officers entered the First Class compartment. He didn't have to be a psychic to be able to tell that his game was up.

"Mr Fukov. Would you please come with us."

"There must be a mistake. I have to be on this flight. My mother is very sick."

"This way please Mr Fukov. It won't take long."

Jack considered taking them both on, but he realised that his Kung Fu skills might not be a match for their bullets. One of them would be able to take a shot no matter what, and it would be impossible to miss at such a close range. He decided to play along for the time being. An opening might come up later on.

"Very well. I must let you know I'm filing a complaint."

Neither of the officers saw fit to comment. They escorted Jack out of the 747 and down the stairs. Outside, a black limousine was waiting. A door opened and Jack was shoved in, none too gently, by one of the officers. He made a mental note to really file a complaint.

The limousine drove off as soon as the door slammed shut. The two men in black suits who Jack had met briefly in the airport terminal were seated in the back.

"How nice of you to join us Jack."

"Do I know you."

"My name is Mr Smith and this gentleman here is Mr Smith."

"Ha ha. Tell Black he's an asshole."

"Why don't you tell him yourself."

"You bet I will. Not that he doesn't know it already."

The rest of the ride went by in silence. Jack didn't feel like chatting with his former colleagues. The two CIA agents weren't interested in chitchat either.

The Archfornicator of Canterbury by Olli-Pekka Rinta-Koski
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