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Mark groaned and grabbed his head. Oh, fuck, my head. He pushed himself off the ground to see Jack, hunched over beside him and clutching onto his abdomen. What the hell just happened? Are we drunk? Is this a hangover? Wait, I can’t drink. No.
“Jack?” He rested back on his arms, feeling queasy. Really, what the hell? “Jack, what the hell is going on?”
“Mark… Shit, man… You’re okay…” Jack said, coughing. Now Mark was worried, and he crawled over to his friend. Oh my god… There’s blood everywhere… How the hell did they get into this mess?
Two Hours Earlier;
“-And I’ll see you in the next video. Bye-bye!” He shut off his camera and looked at the time. Jack had told him that his flight would land at 4pm, and it was almost 2pm now. I have a feeling I should leave early, just in case. It takes half an hour to get there, another half hour to get through to his gate… Yeah, I should leave in a few minutes.
He put on a new shirt, having soiled his current shirt in a new Reading Your Comments video, grabbed his water bottle and keys, then dialed the number for his local taxi office because there was no way in hell he was going to find parking at LAX.
It took ten minutes for the taxi to show, which wasn’t a bad amount of time, and they got to LAX in thirty-eight minutes. Traffic was worse today than it’s been more recently. He paid him and went well on his way. He had just over an hour to spare in getting to Jack’s gate, which ended up being plenty of time because it only took him fifteen minutes to get a seat close to the gate. He counted the time. I have fifty-seven minutes left to just chill out. What to do?
He ended up going to a gift shop and buying a book to read. He picked up The Maze Runner. It looked intriguing, and he sat and read the first chapter in the gift shop before buying the book. Three chapters in, and someone spoke on the intercom;
Flight 127 has just landed. Flight 127, from Ireland to LAX, has now landed. Please await further announcement for the opening of Gate 7. Thank you.
Nice! Mark thought as he shut his book. It’ll only take a few minutes for him to get off the plane, then we can grab his luggage and get out of here. He didn’t like how crowded the airport got once a plane landed, especially an international flight. Usually everyone was cranky right after being stuck on a plane for that long, and Mark didn’t blame them. It sucked being stuck in a flying metal box for hours on end.
Gate 7 is now open, Flight 127 is now unboarding. Thank you.
Mark got up and grabbed his book, walking to the now open gate doors. It only took about 5 minutes, but he soon saw Jack’s electric green head poking out of the crowd.
“Jack!” Mark waved and grinned. Man, was it good to see him in person again.
“Mark, hey!” Jack grinned, pulling his carry-on behind him. “Man, it’s good ta see ya!”
“It’s good to see you, too!” They hugged just a minute before letting go. “Are you ready for this weekend, and one amazing night of debauchery?”
“I’m ready, Freddy!” The two laughed. They were going to livestream Five Nights at Fuckboys, and plenty of other games for charity. It was something they had been looking forward to for months!
“How was the flight?” Mark asked him, walking with Jack away from the gate.
“I’d tell ya it was great, but I honestly don’t know.” Mark gave him a puzzled look, and Jack laughed. “I slept almost tha entire time!” Mark joined Jack in his laughter. Their good time was irrupted by a man yelling and waving his arms around. Then, a gunshot…