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The take-off goes smoothly, and we settle in for the long flight. The cabin is sumptuous but small. Completely unlike Grant’s plane – which makes sense for a small jet kept off the record books, to be used only when ‘the shit hits the fan.’But since there isn’t any real privacy, there isn’t any hanky-panky this time around.“It’s almost noon, so that should put us into France around 7PM Eastern time, which is… 1AM local time,” Grant calculates.Connor arranged to have us land at a small private airfield, where Mike would get refueled and then turn around and head back.“What’s the plan once we get to France?” I ask.“I have some property in Paris – ”“We can’t use it.”“It’s owned by a shell company.”“What, Palladin Terminus Inc.?”Grant gives me a dirty look.“I found it when I was trying to get my cell phone back from you,” I say. “If I know about it, you can bet Epicurus does.”Grant shrugs. “Fine. We’ll find some empty place like we did in New York, and we’ll lie low while I co
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The French-accented voice echoes over the megaphone again. “I repeat, this is the Police Nationale! You are surrounded! Exit the airplane and surrender!”Grant jumps back from the light flooding the windows and turns to Mike. “We’ve got to get out of here. Now.”Mike just flew us here, from New York to France. He’s a former fighter pilot who went on combat missions in Iraq. I doubt much gets to him, but even he looks a little rattled. “What?!”“Take off. Get us back in the air.”After the initial burst of shock wears off, I realize it’s not so crazy an idea. Let me rephrase that: it’s technically possible. The jet’s engines are still running. Mike never shut them off after we landed.Definitely a crazy idea, just not… so crazy.Mike looks stunned, then points out the obvious. “That’s the French police out there!”I’m about to say, He’s right, Grant. Give it up – we tried, but we lost. Then he rips the rug out from under me.“You don’t know that,” Grant says.“Don’t know what?” Mike a
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The wind is whistling eerily through the bullet holes in the glass windows. But I realize that no oxygen masks have fallen out of the ceiling.Come to think of it, I have no idea if small jets like this even have that capability – but then I decide they must. Billionaires are even more invested in keeping themselves alive than airlines are.“How come we can still breathe?” I call out.“We’re flying relatively low. We can’t go too high or we’ll depressurize,” Mike shouts from the cockpit.“Just as long as you can get us to the Channel,” Grant yells back. “How long till we’re there?”“Ten minutes.”“Can’t we go any faster?”Mike looks back over his shoulder in irritation. “Ten minutes is pedal to the medal, bud! We’re flying full throttle here!”Grant walks up to the cockpit. “Can you do me a favor?”“What, besides flee the French authorities and get myself shot at?”“Five million should buy me that and more,” Grant retorts.“You’re going to milk that for all it’s worth, aren’t you.”“Y
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We’re back in the cockpit, where Mike is giving us last-minute instructions.“Once you crawl in there, tie yourself to each other. When you’re ready, yell, because I’m going to open the door. That’s your cue to jump. You ready?”“No,” I say. I’m literally shaking.“Oh well,” Grant says good-naturedly, and takes me by the hand. “Thanks again, Mike.”“For five million, you’re welcome.”“Pleasure doing business with you.” Then Grant drags me into the cabin towards the Black Hole of Doom.“Oh God, oh God…” I moan.Jumping out of the skyscraper was bad enough. It was horrible, actually. But the time span from when I found out we were jumping to when we actually jumped was one minute, maybe two at most. I’ve known we’re going to parachute for ten minutes now, and that ten minutes is the killer. My dread has built up so much that I literally feel like I could puke any second.I’m terrified. In fact, given the choice, I might just go down with the plane.Grant’s not giving me that choice, t
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The beach house is a snap for Grant. No alarm, just a deadbolt. Within 45 seconds we’re inside.It’s deserted. There is evidence of a family – pictures on the walls of smiling parents with three small children – but the house feels vacant. There is a chill everywhere: the cold, damp staleness of salty air bottled up for weeks on end. Grant leads me to a laundry room off the kitchen and snaps on the light. “We have to hurry,” he says as dumps the parachute on the linoleum floor. “A shower to warm up, then we need to hit the road.”“In what? There’s no car.”“There’s an old Mercedes a quarter mile away that I can definitely hotwire. I’d like to be a couple hundred miles from here when the owner gets up and reports it stolen.”“What about our clothes? They’re sopping wet.”He points to the dryer. “Voilà.”I arch an eyebrow. “You’re going to put your $5,000 suit in a regular dryer?”“We’re on the run from the police and a serial killer, we just parachuted out of an airplane into the Engl
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“Just making sure the important parts are clean.”“I think they’re clean.”“No, they need extra special attention.”One of his hands slips down between my legs and begins to soap me up down there.Not only are his fingers caressing my strip of hair, they’re brushing against my lips……the hood of my clit…UnnnnHHHHH.I can feel his cock, slippery yet hard, sliding across my ass.I can’t help myself. I reach behind me and touch it, encircle it with my fingers, run my hand slowly up and down its length.He begins to kiss my neck. I close my eyes, transported by the heat and the sensual feel of his wet skin on mine, his hands on me, his hardness pressed against my body.“But the cops…” I murmur.“They think we went down with the plane miles from here.” “…this is crazy…”“Maybe. But it could be the last chance we have for awhile.”His lips are nibbling my earlobe.His finger is very deliberately stroking my clit, soft and hot and soapy.“…we could get caught…”“Which makes it kind of hott
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A little over an hour after we entered the house, we’re on our way. Our clothes are dry, and Grant’s suit survived in good enough shape, even if it is a little rumpled.We leave the house in relatively good order. The owners will be quite surprised to find the parachute when they open up the laundry room, though – plus a couple of thousand dollars from the backpack.We walk down the road in the dim light before dawn and find the Mercedes Grant mentioned. It’s got to be at least 20 years old. I heard once that Mercedes in Europe are like Hondas in America: one of the most common cars on the road. I silently hope that’s true, because it would work in our favor during the drive to Paris.Grant easily opens the car door, but then he directs me to sit in the driver’s seat. “Put it in neutral and take off the parking brake.”“What? Why?”“Because I’m going to push it away from the house before I start it up.”It takes a little while, but the road is flat and Grant is strong, and he’s able t
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In all of our conversation, there is a technical question to be settled, too. Grant waits to broach it until we’re well into Paris.I’m transfixed by the scenery – a mix of modern apartments right next to monuments, statues, and buildings straight out of Les Misérables – when he finally breaks the news.“I need to make a phone call.”“No,” I say, shaking my head.“Why not?”“If Epicurus knows we’re in France, which he probably does because of whoever that was at the airport, there’s a good chance he’s hacked into the phone systems. And if he’s done that, there’s an equal chance he’ll be running some sort of voice recognition software.”“On millions of phone calls?” Grant asks dubiously.“So far, he’s demonstrated almost unlimited resources. And if I had unlimited resources, that’s exactly what I would do.”“Well, we’ll just have to risk it. There’s no way to get in touch with my contact otherwise.”I stare at him. “What?”“He has a number set up for just this sort of – ”“You don’t kn
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