Snippet #2194547

Her frowned deepened. Men stood, blocking the exit out. Abegail gripped the closest object, her knuckles turning white. Her mind whirled with plans. How to get off the plane, with the crate. How to avoid the men...it all seemed so incredbily hopeless. "I wish you were hear Walter."

Franklin's voice turned her attention. “Charges?” She spoke out loud but both men were preocupied. Abegail's worry again went back to confusion. “Charges? Who sets charges for what we were supposed to be doing?” It made no sense to Abegail. “If we were taking the crate and then waiting it out why would you set charges? Unless....”

Her eyes narrowed and she watched both men very carefully. Her hand gripped the butt end of her gun. She was even more wary of them now. "What is going on and what have I gotten myself into?" In front of them explosions rocke the wall and it crumbled in debris and smoke. The plane rocked from the blast, Abegail waivered slightly on her feet.

The plane moved, the engine roaring as the man piloted it out through the newly blown open hole. Abegail held on tightly. Her eyes moved to Franklin. He seemed worried enough but..Abegail shook her head. There were questions in need of answers. They would wait until they were safely off the ground.

Her head turned back to look out the window at the armed men who had been aiming for them. “Something isn't right here.” Abegail had been in plenty of situations, plenty, that involved guns and soldiers and people trying to stop her from getting whatever it was the she was chasing down. She had never witnessed a group of armed men simply stand there as a plane took off. They didn't even try to stop them.

Her eyebrow raised as she stared at the backs of Franklin and his contact's heads. The plane was lifting off the ground now.

“That was a lucky getaway. Smart to set those charges. Almost like you knew..”

Her voice was calm and steady, her fingers around her gun though it remained in her pocket.
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Charlotte 'woke' a short time later, giving a small sigh. She gently lifted her head from Walter's shoulder. Her eyes opened slowly, lashes fluttering in her mock stirring. She looked up at Walter, a slow realization coming to her eyes. Slowly, she moved her head from his shoulder.

“Oh my, Dr Rivers. I am sorry to have fallen asleep on you.”

Her pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Her fingers smoothed her hair as she sat back up. Her head tilted as she looked Walter over. “Are you alright? We will be landing soon enough to switch planes and then it is on to Bulgaria.”

Charlotte wondered if she had chosen the right man for this mission. She had been told that he was smart, quick, adventurous and industrious. She wondered if it was all still true.

Her hands folded neatly in her lap as she looked him over, a look of concern on her face.