130 Time To Move Out: Part 9

Friday, 24th of April 2021. Airport. 1640 Hours. Task Force Omega. Clara, Lynn, and Patrick.

The airport security checked Patrick and the others' ID and let them pass to the hangar. Their destination was Hangar 33, the same hangar that was owned by U.S Air Force. 

Patrick drove fast enough that he almost overtook a plane that was taking off. It didn't take long until Patrick arrived at that hangar. The hangar was empty, there wasn't anyone there with the exception of a jet. The jet was Bombardier Global 8000, Herring's private jet.

"One day, I want to work with CIA if this is one of the perks working with them," Patrick said as he parked the car beside the jet.

They got out of the car and despawned the car. They entered the private jet and looked at the interior of that jet. The interior felt very expensive with all of the white leathers and other kinds of stuff like a champagne glass with CIA logo on the screen of the TV.

"Well, I'll start the pre-flight process. You guys just enjoy yourself," Patrick said as he headed for the cockpit. The girls were astounded for the luxury interior of the jet.

Clara sat down on one of the leather sofas. Lynn sat down right beside her and grabbed a remote of the television. She turned the television on and they watched a movie on that TV.

Meanwhile, Patrick was fiddling with the APU of the jet to turn the engines of the jet on. He flipped a few switches and the engines of the jet started spinning. Patrick radioed the ground of the airport.

Patrick: "**** ground, Good morning, FL 5684."

Ground Control: "FL 5684, go ahead."

Patrick: "**** ground, FL 5684 on hangar 33, with information Zulu, requesting V-F-R flight to 2-9-0 with the altitude of 15,000 meters."

Ground control: "FL 5684, cleared to taxi runway 24."

The plane moved slowly along the taxiway to the runway of that airport. It took him twenty minutes to reach the airport.

Patrick: "**** tower, FL 5684 on taxiway Lima-Niner-Six-Seven. Requesting take off at runway 24."

Tower: "FL 5684. Cleared to takeoff at runway 24 right."

The plane turned in the right direction and Patrick immediately pushed the throttle of the plane forward. The jet gained speed slowly. It started from zero and climbed to 200 knots.

"V-1" Patrick pulled the stick of the jet and started gaining altitude, "Rotate." The plane took off from the international airport and started its journey to an air force base in Maryland, Langley AFB.

It was going to take them a while since they have to do a refueling in Russia since the bombardier couldn't travel that far. Still, it's going to be comfortable since the bombardier was a very comfortable jet.

Friday, 24th of April 2021. South China Sea. 2040 Hours. Task Force Omega. Clara, Lynn, and Patrick.

Patrick stood up from the pilot seat, the sky was bright as far as eyes could see. He went to the back and saw that the girls were watching movies. Patrick sat down with a headphone on his ears so he could hear any change that was requested from the ATC.

"So... Why did Herring invite you to America?" Patrick asked Lynn.

"For something, do you really want to know?" Lynn asked.

"Of course, even I want to ask why Clara is invited," Patrick said since he didn't see any point at inviting Clara.

"I need WSO, do you get it?" Lynn smiled as she sipped on a glass of champagne.

"WSO? Don't tell me this is a fighter jet," Patrick opened his mouth widely.

"Of course it's a fighter jet, duh, why did you think that I go to America?" Lynn asked.

"Let me guess, it's either F/A-18 or F-15. Shit, don't tell me Herring gave you an F-15 with a discounted price," Patrick said.

"F-15EX, yes, that jet. That's great right? It's only for thirty million dollars which I have right now," Lynn said, but Patrick thought for a moment.

If there was a discount for PMC, Lynn only had to pay 10% of the actual price. In short, the jet itself only cost her around three million US dollars.

"Holy, you get your own jet for three million dollars. Bite me," Patrick said.

"How much did you pay the FSB for that Sukhoi?" Clara asked since it was impossible for Patrick to have eighty million dollars for a Su-35S.

"One million," Patrick smiled smugly.

"What???" Clara was more shocked.

"Well, the nuke was very valuable to them so I wasn't that surprised," Patrick said as he went back to the pilot seat since he had to lower his altitude to avoid a crash.

Patrick: "This is FL 5684, Altitude changed to 14,000 meters, and direction is changed to 3-2-8. Requesting permission to enter China airspace"

ATC: "Permission granted. Welcome to China."

Patrick went to the back again after he changed the direction of his airplane. The girls were still watching movies. It had been four hours on the flight. Patrick hadn't been too tired yet, but he was very bored since the view of the dark sky wasn't that interesting at all for him.

"I'm bored. Anyone has any idea what do we have to play?" Patrick asked as he looked at the movies that the girls watched.

The movie was Sicario, it was a movie about someone that hunted down a drug cartel with the help of the CIA and FBI. It was a good movie, especially when you did the same job as the MC on that movie.

"Can any of you give me coffee or something?" Patrick asked.

"Sure, I'll gladly make one for you," Lynn said.

"On second thought, I make a better coffee myself, take control for a while," Patrick gave Lynn his headphone and he went to the back to make coffee.