Sacred Weapon (PG-13)

Blade toke one last look at his motorbike, before entering the plane. He sat down next to a window, as all chairs were like that. Gavin gazed out the window yet again. He simply was gonna miss his bike, even if it was just for a while. Still, with the money the girl was paying him, the bike would get better once Blade returned-

Looking to his left, he saw Rachel sitting down. Oh boy, what does she want? Taking a seat next to me? That surely isn't usual. He thought. Gavin heard the airplane's door close, and then looked at Rachel, as she spoke. "Correct. I do wish to know your name. Let's simply say I don't want to be calling you woman who's paying me." He spoke, not looking at Rachel directly in the eye. That would leave him sorta of vulnerable, to the girl's watchful eyes. You never know what to expect.

"Fair enough. It's not like you know my actual name either." The only person that did know his name was Kelly. But Blade was sure he wasn't gonna tell it to anyone. Gavin rested back in his seat, and looked out the window again. Now in the air, he could only wonder how much time they'd take to get to Italy.

Rachel's comment about killing everyone drew a long, steely glare from Kas. Touchy subject.
Ignoring the conversation between her and Blade, he turned his back to the rest of the plane, focusing on the pilot and watching him operate the controls. After a few minutes of the aircraft sailing at a level altitude, Kas tapped the man on the shoulder.

"Move." He stated with a blank affect. "Now."
Taking this as a good opportunity to go have a bottle of water and use the on-board facilities, the pilot left the driving to Kas.

"Let's see what this bird can do."
Remarking to no one in particular, the seats angled slightly beneath them, and a few things began to rattle as the plane went higher and faster than it was ever meant to go. Kas yawned and plugged a pair of earbuds into his phone, queing up any song that was known to be good for earning a speeding ticket to.

Jamming to a selection of extreme speed metal, Kas didn't hear Rachel approach. He could pick her out with his sixth sense just fine. He chose to stare ahead out the window.
Although the gauge had no such reading, pegged at 685 mph, they were traveling at barely under Mach 1. The private mid-size private jet could take the stress fairly well, though not without some shaking and occasional groaning. 

"We're crusing at 53 thousand feet.. I guess going around 650 knots. We'll get there in 5 or 6 hours if the weather is fair."
Rachel's substitute pilot conveyed with platitude, remaining focused on the blue skies and billowing fluffy white clouds outside the windshield. Her question was answered, more or less.

Gavin was nearly falling asleep. He didn't have much to do either. He nodded as Rachel talked about the "backstabbing trouble." In terms of friendship, Blade would never betray anyone. But Rachel was paying him. If someone offered a higher amount of money, he wasn't sure if he would stick with Rachel or not. Maybe she scored some points, and Kas was there too. So Blade would at least think twice.

After she left to go to Kas's side, Blade leaned to his side, and tried to fall asleep. But the bikers didn't help. Noisy bastards... Blade was about to speak up, when Rachel passed by him. He looked over at what the bikers were doing. They seemed like little kids about to pull a prank. Blade couldn't help but smile when Rachel startled them. "That'll teach them..." He muttered, returning to his slept attempt. 

Five hours later, the plane was finally over land instead of open water.
Rather than announce things conventionally, Kas did what he was best at, and made people guess what was happening.
The small aircraft took a dive, creating a disorienting feeling of vertigo for those that weren't used to the intense pull of gravity.
Around the jet, the clouds parted and gave way to a blue sky and rolling hills of green, smattered with signs of civilization.
Kelly pulled the earphones off and sat waiting for Rachel to return to the cockpit, whether to scold his crazy driving or inquire if they were close.
He looked out at the rustic countryside and sighed. If Eve knew he'd gone to Italy without her..
"Fukkin beautiful."

As Gavin rested on his seat, Kas did the unexpected. Well, unexpected to a normal person. Not little old surprise loving Kelly Andre Sharp. Five hours had passed, and Blade had slept around 3 of those hours. Good enough, it was his average time of slept anyway. As Rachel put her hand in his seat, to help her reach the cockpit, Gavin woke up. His little dives from buildings were nothing compared to a plane diving. He stood in his seat, still not daring to look out the window. Blade however, stretched his arms slightly and yawned. "We there already?" He asked, with a smirk crossing his lips. No one was asleep, so why not shout. "WE THERE ALREADY?" He asked, in a loud tone.

Hearing Rachel stumbling and Gavin hollering from the back, Kas chuckled to himself just before the cabin door snapped open, and Rachel landed in the copilot's chair.
Rubbing his shoulder, Kelly merely nodded toward the windshield as the fluffy white clouds parted to offer a glimpse of the enchanting view below. Flying low and fast, nothing could spot the plane long enough to think it more than a trick of the eyes.

Tiny pastel-hued dots of civilization outposted among the spine of craggy bluffs stretching the shoreline, which nearly circled around them completely. With only a general direction, Kas guided the plane almost entirely over open water until the Mediterranean formed the Gulf of Naples. It was roughly somewhere in the middle of the boot-shaped peninsula. (I love that word)

"What is our destination?"
Nothing out of the ordinary, Kelly asked a heading from Rachel, assuming that she had some clues where her glorious holy weapon might be hiding.

Kas barely glanced at the readout as Rachel gave him the directions, and easily adjusted their course by tipping the steering controls a tiny bit. As she left, he yawned and said nothing. By the time Rachel took her seat again, he was sitting back in the seat, stretching with no hands on the controls. Everything was still crusing along smoothly.

"Sure. Hundreds." He answered the question shortly, retrieving his phone to look at the time and count off the hours they had gone 'forward'. Across the ocean where he left everything behind, it was still dark and very early morning. Here in Italy, it was nearly time for lunch. Despite the thought that he should be at home right now, snuggling under a blanket next to a goddess, Kas managed a small smirk. Messing with Rachel's mind was at least mildly amusing.
"Paper ones."