Spy Mage System
Chapter 277 - 277 A Very Bad Landing

277 A Very Bad Landing

We continued to soar through the sky, as more clouds began to fill up the airspace. I laid back, feeling relaxed for once in this era of chaos.

I looked to the side of me, seeing Brie continue to pilot the plane. She didn’t look tired one bit, and I respected that.

“How soon until we reach California?” I asked, in which Brie chuckled and smiled. She responded, “About another thousand miles away from California.”

“It seems so far away,” I said, anticipating the next scenario of events. “We’ll go to Fulton, ask him to call both our agencies, then we’ll go our separate ways.”

Brie nodded, but the nod didn’t seem as excited.

“Brie, you good?” I asked. She looked at me and scoffed. “Am I good—I’m great!” she shouted, but the doubt in her voice was too large not to notice.

“Okay…” I muttered, laying back on my seat.

I looked back at her, and her face—her expression was not convincing. It was like she was sad for all this danger to go in the next thousand miles.

“I kind of missed this,” she said.

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“What do you mean? Weren’t you scared out of your life?”

“Well, yes, but that’s the reason why I joined VASM, was for stuff like this to happen. To fight bad guys, and dodge explosions, police chases, replace handsome guys…”

“Do you think this is some sort of movie?” I asked her, a bit concerned.

“Well, what’s been happening has felt like a movie,” she said. “Everything imaginable has happened. Us two against the entirety of the TSA. We fought bad guys, dodged every threat, and even got chased by multiple pursuing vehicles in a plane! And I even found a handsome guy.”

“Who?”

But she ignored that question, and looked outside. She smiled. “Clouds are so beautiful.”

“But who is—”

“They just remind me of rainbows and unicorns and leprechauns and all that fun stuff, don’t you think?” she asked, turning her head towards me.

“Yeah, but who is—”

“I thought I was the only one for a second,” she said, chuckling which eventually merged into a laugh. I gave a little chuckle as well, knowing that she wasn’t going to listen anyways.

But then, all of a sudden, a red light began to beep in front of us. Our eyes focused on that light, which meant one thing: something was wrong.

Amidst all the warning lights, I read the outline of what spelled out the word FUEL.

“Uh, Brie,” I said, keeping my eyes stationed at that beeping light. “I think something is wrong.”

And right when I said that, the plane took a nose-dive.

I screamed for my life, feeling my blood rush towards my chest, creating this tense feeling you discover whenever you’re in one of those roller coasters.

“Brie!” I shouted. She looked at me, her hair shooting all over the place from the sheer speed of the fall. “Hold on!” she shouted.

She tried to pull the wheel, but the wheel was not in control anymore. I looked at the feet measurement, and we were falling down fast.

“Are there any parachutes near us?” she asked. Shock was the only thing communicating in my brain. “What?!” I shouted. “You can’t save this?!”

“There is no fuel, therefore I can’t steer this, therefore we have to get out, do you understand what I’m—”

“Yes, let me check!”

I climbed out from my seat and entered what seemed to be the first-class set of passenger seats, and I checked to the side.

There were indeed parachutes.

I quickly fetched them and threw one to Brie. “Here, put it on!” I shouted.

She put it on, carefully rising from her seat before meeting with me in the same set. “You ready?” she asked. I nodded, putting mine on.

She carefully grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open, as the wind began to rush against me. “Ready?!” she asked.

“Yeah!” I shouted.

“Alright, on the count of three I’ll—” she said, which she was abruptly disturbed as I jumped out of the plane. “Wait!” I could hear her shout, her cry faint and quiet.

She hopped out as well, as I looked back, seeing the plane fall to its doom. The wind dangled us around like little pieces of paper just fluttering through the sky.

“Brie, I don’t like this feeling!” I shouted while she examined her surroundings. There wasn’t much to search, it was just wind slapping us around.

“Okay, we need to replace a place to land,” she said. “Very quickly!”

I searched under me, seeing a crowd of buildings gathered with one another. “Let’s try this building over here, or maybe a field,” I said.

“I don’t see many fields to be honest,” Brie said, staring down at the colony of buildings. “Let’s try a short building to not bring much attention.”

“What makes you think a short one isn’t going to bring much attention. We are literally at ground level with the citizens, that would expose us way more,” I said.

“Okay, tall one it is,” Brie muttered. She put more weight on her parachute, lowering herself more down to the one tall gold building that was sticking out of the pack.

The space between us and our landing point rapidly lowered, very quick to the point I could see the rocky texture of the roof.

The next thing you know, our feet aggressively hit the ground, as we tripped onto our sides.

“That was harder than expected,” I muttered, feeling the pain course through my side. I slowly rose to my knees and crawled over to see what was beneath us.

There were definitely not as many cars, so we were definitely not still in New York.

“Do you still have your phone?” she asked me. I checked in my pockets, unbuttoning and reaching for my phone. I laid back, and checked our location.

“Where are we?” she asked.

I turned to look at her. “Texas,” I responded, to which she reacted with confusion. “How are we in Texas?” she asked. “How does that make sense?”

“Well, about 1000 miles away from California, is in fact, Texas,” I said.

She sighed. “That means it’s going to be an entire road trip just to get to California,” she said, shaking her head. “Come on, let’s go.”

We got up to our feet, and once we went to the other ledge opposite of the one facing traffic, we saw a series of black stairs leading down to the ground. “C’mon,” she said again, this time quieter.

We quickly made our way down the stairs, which was a very long trip, until we finally reached the ground. “Well, got any car we can use in Texas?” I asked.

“Well, we do have money,” she said, pointing to the two briefcases I was holding. “Makes sense,” I said. “Are we going to call a taxi while we’re at it?”

“Perhaps,” she said. “But first, we need to replace a hotel. This time, we can’t make a payment though.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked. She didn’t respond, once again.

We began to approach the streets, which a load of cars whizzed past us, some engines roaring and hissing, while others sounded as quiet as a mouse.

“Well, Texas is a bit hot, don’t you say?” Brie asked. No sweat fell from my forehead, so I was a bit befuddled once she made that statement.

“I don’t think there are many taxis in Texas,” I said, glancing back and forth. She shook her head. “No kidding,” she muttered.

We continued walking for a moment, before I asked, “Can we call Uber?”

Brie looked at me in disbelief. “Uber?!” she shouted, as if we weren’t in the atmosphere of the public. “Do you want them to replace us?”

“No, but we’re gonna replace ourselves walking there instead of—”

All of sudden, she lifted up her hands and shouted with all the strength in her vocal chord: “Taxi!”

Suddenly, this green hatchback parked right beside us. He unlocked the door as we entered the car.

It was a man with smooth black hair, and this firm jaw, looking like one of those cologne models on commercials.

“Hey,” he said, his voice manly and seductive and I was sure I could hear a little French accent in that. “Where to, mademoiselle?”

What about me?

Brie smiled and chuckled, and her eyes were sparkling with delight. “To any hotel you think is best,” she said, her voice all of a sudden purring like some cat.

What is going on?

“Brie!” I shouted, which I didn’t even get to finish getting her attention because her palm shut me off, which at this point, it was preferred to give up.

Preview:

“So, how’s your day been?” Brie asked. I couldn’t believe this already. He shrugged, and chuckled right afterwards. “I’m just deciding to take over my friend today, because he was going through surgery today.”

Her eyes widened, being brainwashed by his compelling story—in her eyes at least.

“So, what do you actually do?” she asked. He moved his head around, indicating that it wasn’t much of anything.