NaNoWriMo Part Five

And yet another installment. I admit, this chapter is a bit drab...

...(also, this was wrongly posted as the fourth part, so now it's been posted as the fifth... the real update is here)...

“Welcome, Father Vengeance.”

The same old man who had ambushed him yesterday greeted Martin coming out of a cab, who was holding a single suitcase and wearing his sunglasses to protect his eyes from the gloomy Monday morning sun. He wore his collar too, just to make him identifiable to the public, just in case. He wasn’t wearing his fedora today, instead letting his shining bald head enjoy some freedom in the crisp autumn air. The old man had another idea: today the stranger was wearing a cowboy hat; fitting for his Texan heritage. Martin put on a weak smirk as the old man held out a welcoming hand.

“Hi there.” Martin accepted the greeting rather regretfully.

“I’m glad you decided to accept the mission.” The old man stated, and they started walking up the stairs behind him. “You’ll find yourself a very rich man, Father. I hope you’re ready to ready to leave.”

“I hope I am too. Let’s get started.”

They were at the airport. The old man led Martin past the security, flashing a government issued badge. “We don’t need to deal with this trite.” He whispered into the priest’s ear. They moved past the crowds swiftly, and came to a desk. The old man had a bit of sweet talk with the clerk, a young, pretty brunette who couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. She nodded complacently and pointed in a direction, presumably where the terminal was. The old man said thank you, and motioned for Martin to come up front.

“How are you doing today sir?” The woman asked him with a perky shine.

Martin couldn’t help but smile back. He was almost blushing. “I’m doing fine, thank you.” He looked at the old man smiling.

“Looks like you’ll be flying alone today, Mr. Vengeance.” She handed him his ticket and a map of directions. “This will lead you directly to your flight. You’ll be on a private plane courtesy of your friend today.”

“Private, huh?” He looked to the old man, who laughed. “You guys got some service.”

“Only the best.” The old man winked.

Martin turned back to the young siren, her red lipstick shining almost as brightly as the fluorescent lighting. “Thank you miss. Do you mind me asking if there’s uh, a bit of drink available on this flight?”

“Of course sir. Do you have any special requests?” Her voice sailed through Martin’s ears like a soft breeze.

“A bit of the old rum. As for brand, surprise me. As for how much… surprise me again.” The old man tapped on Martin’s shoulder, much to the priest’s surprise. Martin fixed his collar and looked at his watch, noticing that the stranger was on to something. “I guess it is time.” He admitted. “You have a good day now.” He made sure to smile at her. What a nice girl. Almost reminded him of Mary.

The old man led Martin away, and eventually they arrived on the tarmac. It had become a bit windy. The small jet was just up ahead, being refueled for departure. The staircase was already brought up, the door open, welcoming Martin to his flight.

“Remember to rendezvous with your partner before you start any funny business, Father. You will be greeted at the airport and taken to the rendezvous point as soon as possible. If you somehow miss your appointment with the driver, call around and ask for the nearest castle. Someone should be able to point you in the right direction. Everything you need to know is in the dossier awaiting you on the plane. Do you have further questions?”

“How much am I going to get paid?” Martin replied in all serious. He couldn’t believe he didn’t ask that yet.

“I can’t believe you didn’t ask that any sooner. Don’t worry. You’ll be paid soon enough, and with satisfaction, I might add. You’ll be a very rich man for the rest of your life, Martin. The feds are ready to support you and your clergy every step of the way. You know how much the government loves Jesus, don’t you?”

As the two approached the awaiting plane, a jumbo jet flew over them, taking off from the airport. It gave Martin a bit of a scare, and he became a little flustered. He felt his first sign of nervousness and his heart began to race. He continued onwards, and the old man stopped at the bottom of the staircase.

The stranger held out his hand again for one last time: “Father Vengeance. I wish you a fond farewell. This is will be the last time we meet.”

“I sure hope so.”

And he got on the plane.