Tori smiled as she put down her Uncle’s Credit Card for the rental of a small jet. She loved it when her Uncle let her fly. She was going to be flying the Deputy Director for the New York field office and a handful of the MRD agents. Two sedated mutants were also being flown down to Quantico for experimentation, but she did not know this. 

After the slip ran through and her endorsements checked, she walked out to inspect the plain doing what every pilot does. She inspected every part of the plain. When the hatch was open for cargo, she went into check the maintenance logs while “paperwork” was loaded. 

Kiva had selected her to get her pilots license and the endorsement. As a government agent, things could be moved around by her with little trouble. She barely noticed as to caskets were slid into the cargo hold. Then boxes of research for the scientists at Quantico. 

The two of them waited at the steps as black suvs pulled up to let the officials out. They were using it as a training drill on protecting important people so they scanned and watched. This part made her feel like they were gangsters. 

That ended quickly when a couple of her passengers started talking about how cut the flight attendant. The Director gave her a look to stand down as he boarded the ramp. 

When they all boarded Tori and her partner pulled the steps in and latched the door.
“You go attend to them,” she said in a tone dragging her New York Spanish accent letting him know she was pissed. 
Then she headed into the cockpit and prepared for takeoff. She called the FAA office to get priority clearance down to Washington National, knowing they would get redirected to Quantico. 

Before they went wheels up, Tori made a point of telling the Carew they were about ready to takeoff. The flight time plus five minutes and that there were a few thunderstorms between New York and DC.
She ended her message with, “Thank you for flying on Chicka Air.” 

They rolled down the taxiway and stopped at the landing line. She did not need to, this was a jet and she wanted to, well, be a jerk. She upped the throttles and when they got to speed she released the brakes letting the plane leap forward and throw itself down the runway leaping into the air. When they were off the ground and safe, she retracted the landing gear and announced wheels up, the international command to raid the aircraft bar. 

The autopilot clicked in and steered them out and on the course down the coast.