Just Turbulence

...of Heroes and the Misunderstood... a multi-part Six Sentence serial story co-written by Clark (from The Wakefield Doctrine) and myself. The link above will bring you up to date with the story so far. This part continues from Clark's recent chapter.

‘Are you texting at forty thousand feet…’ Moonbeam asked as he saw Rue DeNite’s face smile as she looked at the display on her mobile phone milliseconds after it pinged a jaunty jingle, ‘it still amazes me that we can get signal all the way up here!’

‘Yeah,’ Rue replied, her voice breaking into a slight chuckle as she finished her small glass of tonic water, ‘I asked Rocco if he was okay, he’s just replied ankle cuffs chaffing, transport pleasant and half of the hosts v accommodation… he’s using auto text, I’m guessing… Szarbo a bit grumpy.’

‘Who is this Szarbo,’ Moonbeam asked, intently watching Rue slide her cell phone into her inside white denim jacket, ‘do you know him, you and Rocco, I mean?’

‘We met him briefly,’ Rue explained as she applied a liberal amount of lip gloss, ‘he works with Cyrus St Loreto, an odd Miami businessman who my boss asked me to meet with…  Cyrus is the one who sent Rocco and myself to England to find out what we could about Mooncross Industries… he didn’t say w… woah!’ Rue grabbed her armrests tightly with both hands as the plane seemed to drop suddenly.

‘It’s just turbulence,’ Moonbeam said reassuringly, ‘due to the atmospherics or something around this part of the world; strap yourself in, we should be landing in Reykjavik soon and shortly after that you’ll be able to see Mooncross for real!’

Posted for Six Sentence Stories, where Denise's prompt word this week is Tonic.