Remember the Plane

Yohan and I sat them down, propped up in a corner in one of the empty rooms.

"You have a lot of talking to do," Yohan said. I nodded, testing the weight of Lisa's bat now in my own hands. It felt a lot better there.

"What do you want us to say?" Jane asked indifferently. "You gonna let us go or keep talking squat?"

"Let you damn go? You must be kidding yourself." Yohan shook his head. "Unless you give me a good reason, no."

"There isn't any good reason," Jane admitted. "Hey, we were only taking precautions."

"Precautions?" I asked. "What do you mean by that?"

"You know how things get," Lisa said apologetically. My eyebrow shot up in skepticism.

"Hey, don't give me any of that sh-t," Yohan spat. "Two minutes ago you were more than happy to bash our brains out and now you're trying to make amends."

"We didn't know who you were," Jane yielded.

"There's only eight other people besides you, including us," I pointed out. "That means that it's pretty likely you would've turned the corner and faced any one of us." I did a few practice swings midair. "This is futile," I said. "Why don't we just tie them up somewhere and call it quits?"

Yohan seemed exasperated. "And let them come at us again when they're nice and rested? No way."

"It seemed like a sporadic decision to me. Pretty harmless. Besides, we'll have the bat."

"I say we shove them into that furnace a few halls back," Yohan suggested.

"Hey hey hey hey hey," Lisa said. "Surely this isn't the way to go, gentlemen."

"We sure ain't gonna be gentle, I know that," Yohan replied with certainty.

Lisa gave up on convincing him and turned to me. Of course. I'm the soft one. "Remember the plane, Al. Things were different back then, weren't they? It's not our fault that we're here. It's the gov's. Let's just part our separate ways."

She had hooked me. "Yohan, that's starting to make a lot of sense-"

"You mean that junk's going to your head?"

"No - I mean, yes - but not in that way, I mean, there's no point in taking this too far."

"Okay." Yohan sighed. "Okay. But they stick with us. And we keep the bat and the knife."

Jane began to stand up.

"Sit back down," Yohan ordered loudly. "I'm tired. Let's stay here for the night, eh? You're first watch."

I'm never good at keeping watch, be they first or last. I fell asleep.


"Good," she answered. She did not seem good. Nervosity was practically radiating off of her.

"I'm Alfred Peare," I said, extending a hand. "Or Al." I saw her glance at my palm with intrigue, contemplating. She then shook it.

"I'm Lisa Smithson. Just Lisa." She let go of my hand and readjusted some of her hair. I drummed with my fingers on the handrest.

Mind as well say it now. "Selective Service, huh?" I asked.

She practically jumped. "What do you mean?" she asked, eyes widening. Then sense returned. "Are you like an escort or something?"

"No," I corrected her, pulling out the I.D. card with my name and photo. "I'm in the same boat as you. Just noticed you sitting on the letter."

She looked down at her thigh crumpling the letter against the seat. "Oh." She pulled it out from under her. "You know, it's kind of a habit of mine, I leave something on the chair to do something else and-"

"I get it," I said, nodding and grinning. "So what do you think it's about?"

"No idea, actually. Why would they bother with a draft if it's only ten people? I mean, isn't that what the Reserves are for?" she asked intelligently.

"It did say it wasn't for the military," I answered. "Personally, I think this whole thing is a scam. At least you get a free flight to Bangor. Maybe not the one back."

"I don't know," she said. "There was a real US seal on there."

"Which can be replicated," I pointed out. "Guess it's a bit too late to turn back, now," I noted slyly as the announcement came to buckle up for the plane ride. Gave her a wink.

"You flatter me," Lisa said.

I didn't know to take that as a compliment or not.

"I flatter a lot of people," I answered with a shrug.

The End

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