11-30-2004, 04:21 PM
Chandiâs eye became as big as saucers as she realized that her illusion wasnât up anymore, a few curse words were said before she quickly pulled an illusion around herself. The last thing she needed was for these pilots to label her a freak and probably try and kill her, it wouldnât be the first time someone had tried it either. âKei, hun Iâve got a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream your welcome to.â Chandi gave the surfer a sympathetic smile, knowing that Kei wouldnât enjoy having to keep a low profile while the WWII pilots were around.
âHow are we supposed to handle these guys?â Chandi muttered while her gaze traveled over the 13 pilots standing before them. Though to be completely honest Chandi really would have liked to figure out a way to get into the cockpit of one of the Navy bombers, her love for aviation fueling that thought. âCan I hide out with Kei?â She asked not entirely thrilled about playing baby-sitter for a group of displaced American WWII pilots. âEither that or give me a crash course on what I shouldnât say around these guys.â Chandi continued knowing her mouth might get her into trouble with these guys.
âHow are we supposed to handle these guys?â Chandi muttered while her gaze traveled over the 13 pilots standing before them. Though to be completely honest Chandi really would have liked to figure out a way to get into the cockpit of one of the Navy bombers, her love for aviation fueling that thought. âCan I hide out with Kei?â She asked not entirely thrilled about playing baby-sitter for a group of displaced American WWII pilots. âEither that or give me a crash course on what I shouldnât say around these guys.â Chandi continued knowing her mouth might get her into trouble with these guys.
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