M.a.i.n.e. Frame PC II
AKA
Mother II
by Sam Lakes
Copyright © 2006 All Rights Reserved
Chapter Six
“Blimey! This just don’t add up. The manifest doesn’t show any teenage brother’s and we’ve tried to get info from the 1st Officer and the rest of the crew and they all are mum as the dead.” Robin Crenshaw looked across his desk towards the photographer, Brewster Gromwell.
“Wait a sec, mate what’s this ‘ere? Mmm. Come ‘ave a butcher’s at this, Robin” said Brewster who was going through the proofs of five rolls of films he’d taken. Robin looked over his shoulder. “See, right there, two teenage boys, I’d guess. Can’t make ‘em out clearly, but look how their dressed.”
“Any other pics?”
Brewster scanned through the other proofs. “Here’s one. Just their backs and they appear to be being escorted by this guy here! Airport security? MI5? Gawd knows! That’s it.”
Brewster reached over and dialed his phone. “Cyril, Brewster ‘ere. You was at the airport today, right? Well, did you get a decent shot of the two teens? Mmm. Pity … Yes, but can’t make out the faces in one and only their backsides in the other! Anyway, ta very much!”
Robin Crenshaw’s phone rang. “’ello, Crenshaw ‘ere.”
“Mr. Crenshaw, this is Betty Lou Adams. I received your message to call you.”
“Yes, Mrs. Betty Adams, right?”
“Yes”
“Mrs. Adams, you and your husband were on Flight 472, am I correct?”
“Yes and I’ve never been so scared in my life! First a hijacker and then the bombs! Thank goodness those two boys were on board! I wanted to thank them, but they just disappeared. I think the officials wanted to get the whole story from them.”
“You know what they look like?”
“Of course, we sat a couple of seats behind them. We’re going to be here a week. I wish we were in a better hotel, but anyway the younger of the two was a real angel and his older brother was quite handsome too! They’re both very smart boys!”
“Mrs. Adams, ‘ow would you and your hubby like to ‘ave a really first class ‘oliday, I’m talkin’ ‘bout a week at the London ‘ilton and all the tours an’ shows at our expense - best restaurants an’ all. My paper would be willing to do this for an exclusive story! What ja say?”
“Really?!”
“Yes, as gawd’s me ‘oner!” Robin said giving Brewster a thumbs up!
“Let me check with my hubby, hold-on!” she said and then called to her husband. After several minutes she said “He’s says fine, but doesn’t want our identity revealed.”
“No problem, we’ll just says an anonymous source. You didn’t ‘appen to catch their names, did ja?” asked Robin Crenshaw.
“Well… Yes, but my hubby says not to say anything else until we …uh…”
“I understand, smart man your hubby! ‘ow soon can you check into the ‘ilton?” he asked “Good, by the time you arrive there your rooms will be ready! Ta-ta, luv”
“Bye!” she replied.
One hour later, Robin Crenshaw was in the Adam’s suite getting his story.
“I noticed when the airplane took a dive that they seemed quite relaxed and sort of enjoyed it. When I came out of the restroom I saw them at the cockpit door talking to the Captain. Their names are very unique, Rye-Zen Starr, the younger boy and Phoenix Starr was the older boy. They had some sort of computer with them, you know a laptop computer. He had the prettiest blue eyes!”
“Who had blue eyes?”
“Rye-Zen, my teenage granddaughter would have called him a hottie.”
“If I got an artist, do you think you could remember what they look like? The only photo we ‘ave doesn’t give much detail and we sort of feel these heroes deserve some recognition!”
“Well, I guess so.”