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Ted and Troy
"I don't care what anyone says, I'm not ready to renew yet." Clint said
as he settled into the recliner.
Mickey set his beer down and said "Well, we can't fly anymore, and you
know Sanchez only covers us for 10 years between jobs. What are you going to
do? Leave him?"
I sighed and said "You know we can't do that. Having him provide the new
identifications makes things so much easier. And the way technology is
advancing, we'll need experts handling it this time."
"Well, if we hadn't joined up with that..." Clint struggling to remain
polite, took a deep breath and went on "that individual, we would have saved
enough by now to hire experts."
"Well, he moved us here, and is expecting the two of you to renew before
we move away. I hope you hurry up and get it done. I never have liked London."
"I'm just glad I'm retired." Mickey laughed. "Flying for British doesn't
sound fun. I hope we move out once we renew. I don't want to start over with
the RAF again."
"They're not that bad." I said, then changed the subject "Are you both
unpacked? We need to go pay our respects to Bertram Ness in Oxford."
Clint started to reply, but was interrupted by the doorbell. We looked at each
other, then I shrugged and went to answer the door. When I opened it, there stood
the cutest little human I'd met in decades. He was a
head shorter than my 6', and if he was soaking wet he
wouldn't break 100 lbs. Tight blonde curls sat on top of his head, and his
smile went all the way to his sky-blue eyes. And those dimples... his dimples
made my knees go weak. I've never been into children,
but if this boy lived nearby, I was going to have problems.
He offered his hand and said "Hi. I'm Troy. Mum
told me to come ask if you wanted to use our car park?"
I shook his hand and stammered "Um, excuse me?"
"Soz, I'm being daft. Dad made our front garden into a
car park. It has room for two, but we only use the one. I saw your wicked BMW
and Mum said it would be nice if we let you have the spot. Keep your car off
the street and away from the lorries."
I grinned as I said "Well, the BMW can sit on the street. Tell your mum
I insist we pay her for the spot so my Porsche can stay off the street. I've
already priced spots, and I won't let her take less than £30 a month."
Troy's eyes got as bit as saucers as he squealed "You have a Porsche?
What is it? Where is it? Can I have a ride?" his excitement quickly changed to
embarrassment. He studied his shoes and said "I'm such a prat. I'm sorry, I'll tell Mum what you said. I'll bugger off
now."
I reached out and pulled his chin up so he was looking into my eyes. I
smiled and said "You're not a prat, I was more excited than that when I bought
it. And yes, you can have a ride. In fact, tomorrow, you can go with me to
customs to pick it up."
His face lit up and he said "Wicked. Vic's gonna be so green. Anyway, I'll tell Mum what you said. See ya tomorrow." He turned and
quickly ran down the front steps. I watched as he jumped the low wall between
our front yard and the driveway of the house next door. He looked up when another boy shouted from the
street, then waited as the younger boy joined him. Troy was talking excitedly
as they both went inside.
An hour later, Mickey, Clint, and I were headed northwest on the A40 to
Oxford. We weren't part of Alpha Ness's pack, but we
were living in his territory, and we needed to pay our respects. As we pulled
up to the gatehouse, I saw the security man scenting us. After checking our ID
and phoning the main house, we were directed where to park and escorted into
the house. We were expected, and were immediately shown to a book lined office
where a slim man with jet black hair sat behind a large mahogany desk. Even
though he looked to be fresh out of college, we lowered our eyes in respect and
waited.
"I welcome you to my territory gentlemen, I've spoken to Alpha Sanchez
and I have a proposition for the three of you. Please, sit and relax so we can
talk." He looked behind us and said "Robert, get us some drinks, please?" Then
to us "I have most anything you can think of, don't be shy."
After we had requested and received our drinks, he said "For the past
thirty years, I have shared responsibility for London with two other gentlemen.
Last year, Alphas McGowan, Vaughan and I pooled our resources and ordered one
of these." He pulled out a brochure from Cessna and opened it to show us a
Citation iii, Cessna's newest business jet.
We all nodded, appreciating the clean lines and newest avionics. Alpha
Ness smiled and continued "As I said, I've spoken to Alpha Sanchez, and he is
aware that the three of you would like to enjoy a few years of a less intense
life. Well, Piers, Maxen, and I feel what we have to
offer you would be that life." He looked at me and said "As I understand it,
you can fly for British for 5 more years, then you have to retire, as your
papers say you'll be 60?" I nodded so he turned to Mickey and Clint saying "And
you two have already retired?"
Mickey nodded and said "Yes, Sir. My papers say I'm 68
and Clint's say 67."
"Yes, well, I asked Carlos to look into the laws before I approached you with
this. Private operators aren't restricted by those
laws, so, as long as you can pass a physical, you can fly for us. I'd like the three of you to fly to Wichita, Kansas and get
certified, then bring our new jet home. We'll base it
at Biggin Hill, I have a Cessna 182 there already. Even with the three of us
sharing it, I doubt you'll be flying more than once a
week. After the new toy effect wears off that is." He ended with a laugh.
I looked at my friends, then back to Alpha Ness. "With respect, Sir,
we're surprised that Alpha Sanchez would agree to this."
He laughed and said "My son flew with you three over Normandy, so I know you're not going to say one bad word about Carlos Sanchez
while he's your Alpha, so I'll say it. He's an ass,
and the sooner the three of you can get away from him, the better. This is your
chance to start the break. He rents your house from me. Work for me and,
whenever you say, I'll transfer the title to you, or
whomever you designate so that he isn't aware of it. I'll
give all of you other, quiet little bonuses from time to time. I know he
pockets your entire income and only gives you the occasional toy." He looked
directly at me when he said this last part.
I smiled and said "If Alpha Sanchez has approved this, who are we to
disagree? If you will allow, I would like to stay with British until I'm forced out. I'll take personal
time to go to Wichita. As I understand it, the Citation iii is approved for
single pilot? So Mickey and Clint can fly it, with one
acting as steward and co-pilot?"
Alpha Ness nodded and said "That's how we saw it happening as well, Ted. When
you retire from British, Clint can renew and start back through the system." He
turned to Clint "Forgive me, you're free to do as you wish. I just assumed you'd like to keep flying?"
Clint shrugged as he said "It works for us, Alpha. We've been together since we
met in Boston in 1711, and we'll probably be together another 300 years, unless
one of us finds a mate."
For some reason, the mention of mates made me think of Troy. His dimples
and blue eyes, those blonde curls and that cute butt. What was going on? I
rarely play with guys, let alone kids, this is insane. Alpha Ness had said
something but I was so lost in dreaming about Troy, I had to ask him to say it
again.
He had a funny look on his face as he said "I said, maybe you'll all
find your mates in London." Then he stood and said "So, shall I assume that you
are my pilots? At least for the next several years? If so, I'll
have Robert make arrangements for the three of you for Wichita. We've been told
we can pick up the plane any time after the first of next month, and it would
take them a week to train and certify any pilots we sent."
We stood and shook hands as I said "We'll be happy to fly for you Alpha
Ness. If you'll allow, we'll be heading home. Let us
know when we need to be in Wichita." We left our number with Robert and headed
home. When I parked on the street, I saw a flash of blonde as Troy ran across
his drive and jumped the wall.
I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face as I said "What's
the rush, Troy?"
"Well, that's just it. You know my name but I didn't
ask yours. I told Mum what you said and she said that was fair. Then she asked
your name and I felt plain daft. I should've asked your name before I ran
home."
I put my hand on his shoulder and said "You're not daft, Troy, you were
excited about the car and forgot. And I should have introduced myself, so it's my fault. I'll fix that now." I put my hand out to
shake as I said "I'm Ted, Ted Jennings."
He drew himself up to his entire 5 feet and shook my hand as he said "I'm Troy,
Troy Blackman. Nice to meet you Mr. Jennings."
I ruffled his hair and said "Unless your parents would object, you can
call me Ted."
He gave me those incredible dimples and said "See ya tomorrow, Ted.",
then jumped the wall and ran inside.
The sun was breaking through the trees in Parsons Green when the
doorbell rang. I rolled over and got up to answer, but Mickey was an early
riser and I heard him open the door "Well, good morning, young pup. What can I
do for you at this ungodly hour?"
I heard the embarrassment in Troy's voice as he said "I'm
sorry, Mister. I saw the light in the kitchen and thought Ted, er, Mr. Jennings
was up. I'll come back later, Sir."
Mickey laughed and said "I am neither `mister' nor `sir'. I'm
Mickey, and I'm willing to bet that Ted will be down in a moment. How about you
come in and help me eat all this food, while we wait? Then the three of us will
go get Ted's car."
I heard the door close and they chatted a bit while Mickey finished cooking. I
was coming down the stairs when I heard Mickey choke after Troy asked "So are
you Ted's father?"
I laughed as I walked in and said "He wishes he had a son as handsome as
me." When Troy turned to look at me, I said "Good morning, pup. Eager to see my
car?"
"You have no idea! Vic says he's gonna sweep the drive while we're gone, but he
was still asleep when I left."
"So, Vic's your little brother?" Mickey asked as we headed for the car.
"We're both foster kids, but Mum never makes us feel like we're not
hers, and I've known Victor since forever, so we're brothers." Troy said as he
got in and buckled up.
The entire drive to the docks, we were regaled with stories of Victor
and Troy's adventures throughout Fulham. As we drove away, he told us who lived
where and who was nice or not. As we passed The Tower, he told us about their
school visits to The Tower, Buckingham Palace, and Westminster Abbey. As we
approached the docks, he got even more excited, which I hadn't
thought possible. He told us there was talk of building a new airport here, and
he and Victor wanted to be pilots when they got out of school.
I glanced at Mickey and saw his grin as he made the turn. It only took
me 30 minutes to show my papers and take possession of my car, and most of that
time was spent inspecting every inch of it for any damage. Once I drove it,
even one foot, I lost the ability to file a claim for damages. Once I was
satisfied it had arrived safe, I rolled the soft top and stowed it behind the
seats as Mikey headed home. He knew of my plans, and he and Clint would be out
on the town until well after dark.
I had to laugh at Troy's look of surprise when he opened the left door,
planning to climb in, and found the steering wheel. I smiled at him and said
"Give it a couple years there, pup. No one drives my baby."
He blushed and said "I didn't think about it being left-hand drive. Is
it hard to adjust?"
I jumped behind the wheel and, while checking my mirrors and seat
adjustments, I said "Driving is driving. It helps that I've done it a few
years."
Troy giggled and said "Was it hard, driving those Model T's?"
I laughed and said "Fred Duesenberg taught me how to drive, thank you very
much. It was much easier than dealing with a temperamental horse." Troy just
looked at me like I had two heads, then started giggling harder. If he only
knew the truth!
We headed east from the docks, and crossed at Dartford. Troy realized we
weren't headed home as we exited the tunnel. "Aren't
we going home?" He asked.
"We are, but I wanted to check on something first." He kept asking me
what I had to do, but I avoided answering him for 15 minutes. When I pulled up
at the gate to Biggin Hill Airfield. I grinned and said "A friend of mine has a
plane and he asked me to check it over for him. If you're
in a rush to get home, I can do it another time, but I figured since we're out
and it's early, I'd do it now."
Troy stared at me with his face slack. I think the word he would have used, if
he could talk, is `gobsmacked'. His mouth opened, then shut, then opened, then
shut, reminding me of a fish out of water, then he quickly recovered and said
"No, no rush. You can take your time. Can I come with?"
"I don't know, it might be safest to just leave you in the car." I
thought I saw a tear and my heart broke. I quickly said "I'm teasing you, pup. Let's go."
I took my time showing Troy around the Cessna 182 Skylane
Alpha Ness had parked in a hanger at London City Airport. I started to make a
quick walk around, but Troy's questions and interest quickly had me slowing
down and explaining everything about the aircraft, from spinner to rudder.
Alpha Ness had given us the run of the place, and the craft was in excellent
condition, and full of fuel. The spring morning couldn't
have offered better weather, so I told Troy to climb into the right seat and
buckle in.
He watched carefully as I went through my pre-flight checklist, but he didn't interrupt with any questions. When we took off, I
could feel him bouncing in his seat, and once I leveled off and spoke to him,
he rattled off questions about every step I had checked off during the
pre-flight. I first headed southeast and gave him an aerial view of the cliffs
at Dover. Then, we followed the coast over to, and around, the Isle of Wight,
then northeast and back to London.
As we flew up the coast, we talked about his desire to fly and I
answered more questions than I could count. I let him have the controls, after
teaching him to watch the artificial horizon and altimeter. At one point, I
mentioned his having to wait 8 years to get his PPL (Private Pilots License).
He blushed and said "I'm older than I look, puberty's
not hit me yet. I'm almost 14 and not one curly. It's not bloody fair. Vic's got his already, and he's just
12."
I put my hand on his knee and said "I know it seems important, but honestly,
it's not. Once you're an adult, the girls won't care
when you got your first pubes. You're attractive and I think you're going to
grow into a handsome young man."
He blushed, and I thought I saw a tent in his shorts as I pulled my hand
away to fly the plane. I know my jeans were much tighter around the zipper. I
thought I saw him glance at my lap as he adjusted himself, but I was scanning
the instruments, so I'm not sure.
He continued to ask about everything I did, from small trim adjustments
to adjustments of the air/fuel mix. It was obvious he was a very bright young
man, and he could do anything he wanted in life, if he applied himself. Every
question built on things he had asked before, and he never failed to remember
what I had told him. By the time we were approaching Biggin Hill, he was
monitoring traffic for me, calling out aircraft in our vicinity.
Once we landed, and secured the aircraft, we stopped for a late lunch
and Troy quizzed me, asking about my work, where I had grown up, and my
relationship to Mickey and Clint. I swear I saw him relax a bit when I said we
were just mates from working together for years. I took my turns at asking
about him as well. I found that his mother had died in childbirth and his
father never recovered from the grief. Troy was beaten by his father until he
started school, when the teacher noticed his bruises and reported it. He's been in the system since, and has lived in his current
house since he was 8.
When I pulled into their driveway, Victor was sitting on the steps,
eating an ice cream. He jumped up and came running, but to his credit, he
remembered the ice cream and kept a distance between himself and the car. When
Troy told him we had gone for a flight, I thought Victor would have a fit, but
he smiled and turned to politely ask if he could go sometime as well. I told
them I'd take them both up any chance I got, and I
turned to head to my house.
Suddenly I felt arms wrapped around my waist. I looked down into those
blonde curls, then ruffled his hair as I said "What's up buddy?"
"I just wanted to thank you for such a perfect day. You didn't
talk down to me, you talked with me. I wish I was old so I could date you." He
froze after saying that, then slowly pulled back to look up into my face,
expecting me to be angry.
I leaned down a bit and kissed his forehead as I said "I do too, pup. I
do too."
His face lit up, then he squeezed me tight, and ran off to tell Victor all
about his adventures of the day. As I walked to my door
I realized that this human boy was going to change my life.