1996
LAX Airport
"Dude!" Tyreese said unimpressed. "If you're going to pat me down, at least do a good job of it!"
Ori, Tyreese's best friend slapped himself in the forehead in exasperation. He wanted to speak up, but there was no coming between Tyreese and any goal he set before himself.
"What do you mean?" Asked the perplexed Shprits Airline security guard,
"Look, I know you got a job to do, but you won't find nuttin patting me down like that." Replied the six foot two black man.
Ori did his best to remain silent as Tyreese showed the Shprits Airline security guards some tips and tricks he'd learned growing up in Detroit. In a few quick minutes he'd won them over and everyone was laughing and shaking hands, Ori was stunned! Shprirts Airline had a reputation not only for being thorough, but ruthlessness.
"So why all the security?" Tyreese said putting his bags back together. "The domestic flight we took from Nebraska didn't check us out none."
The security guard he was chatting with spoke up. "We have to be vigilant! Terrorists will cause all sorts of problems if we aren't. You Americans could learn from us!"
Tyreese started laughing. "Who would mess with America? The world loves us! Besides, look what we did you Saddam, we wrecked his army with minimal losses."
The Israeli-born security guards looked at one another, unsure how to reply to his statement. Ori however sensed this and hurried Tyreese to move along. With more smiles and handshakes, he whisked away his friend.
At the aircraft they had to wait on the stewardess who was on the phone. She was about five foot five, with her brown hair pulled back in a bun. She wore the standard black stewardess dress coat with black skirt that was common with Shripts Airlines.
"Shalom! Tyreese, Ori?" She asked.
"That's us." Tyreese stated with a toothy smile.
"Please follow me." She said leading the way.
Ori felt uncomfortable, human interaction wasn't something he enjoyed, he also didn't like being shown his seat, this was a first for him.
"Here we go." She said pointing to two large seats in first class.
"There must be a mistake?" Ori stammered. "Our seats should be further back."
"No mistake, that was security on the phone." She said smiling proudly.
"Yeah?" Tyreese said. "What he say?"
Even with his bad grammar, her smile grew even larger as she spoke. "They said the trick you showed them already worked!"
Tyreese yipped in glee, then hugged his friend, who didn't want to be touched.
The lady continued to speak, "Yes, they were able to screen out a traveller. The LAPD have already been summoned. Please accept our thanks with the upgrade."
"Anything to help, the pleasures all mine!" Tyreese said stowing his bag in the overhead compartment.
"Please let me know if there's anything else I can help you with." She replied.
Ori thought he had seen the woman wink at Tyreese before she left. Once they lifted off the ground Ori drifted off to sleep and Tyreese cracked open his book of Hebrew; he was determined to do well on this trip.
Ori's lawyer had arranged it all, for a small sum of money, Tyreese would spend the summer acting as a body guard for his smaller and paler friend. They would undergo a week of training, followed by their assignment to a base where they'd both be supply techs, working in a warehouse.
Tyreese loved this plan, not only was it easy money, but he could pick up weekend work at an archeological dig. The thought of finding the Holy Chalice, or some other cool relic relaxed him so much that he fell asleep.
The plane shook, and woke Tyreese with a startle. Looking around he found all of the other passengers were passed out and the lights were dimmed. The complimentary champagne had left his mouth dry and his bladder full.
Rising from his seat he moved forward to find the latrine. He spotted the stewardess from before and said hello.
"Shalom!" She replied. "How may I help you?"
Tyreese looked up and down the lady before him, her skin was well tanned as if she surfed in California on weekends. She wore a black form fitting dress-suit with black stockings on her legs and black high heels. About her neck she had a white ascot with bands of bright colours.
Looking into her dark brown eyes, Tyreese wanted to tell her how much he wanted to do her, but settled on something a little more practical. "Uh, yeah, can I get a glass of water?"
"Certainly!" The brown-haired woman replied as she fussed about the plane's kitchen to make him a drink.
Tyreese got a look at her firm ass and well formed calf muscles and found himself speechless! She handed him the drink, which he sucked back in one gulp.
Refreshed he found his voice to reply. "Thank-you."