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Approaching United Arab Emirates Airspace

 

“There’s no way I’m Tom Cruising it on the outside of that thing.”

Atlas agreed with Niner’s assessment. “You do have to be a special kind of crazy to do some of the stunts that man does.”

Spock batted a hand. “Bah, it’s all safety harnesses and shit like that. I’d pay good money to see him in the real world doing that stuff.” He looked at the others. “Seriously, I would. How much do you think it would cost to get him here to help out?”

Atlas grunted. “More money than you’ve got.”

Niner’s eyes widened with a childlike expression. “Maybe if we pool our money? Pitch it to him like a Middle Eastern King Kong.”

Atlas stared at them. “You two have got a lot of good money to spread around.” He pointed a meaty finger at Niner. “And you still owe me ten bucks for pizza last week.”

Niner grinned. “I’m good for it.”

“Only if you survive the mission.”

Niner’s eyes narrowed. “Why? Are your Spidey senses telling you something?”

“Only that if a little man like you were seen on the side of that building, our targets could be forgiven for thinking you were just a bug.”

Niner flipped him the bird. “Have you seen the size of the insects they’ve got here?”

Atlas dropped to a knee, holding one hand at Niner’s feet, the other at his head. “They’re about this big.”

Dawson joined the others in laughing at their friend’s expense, Atlas on fire today. Niner shoved the big man off balance, Atlas recovering with a shoulder roll before returning to his seat. Dawson raised a hand, silencing everyone. “Fortunately, I’ve got a better plan that doesn’t involve Tom Cruise or any of you swatting at planes from the side of the building.”

Niner frowned. “Color me disappointed.”

Spock grunted in agreement. “Me too. So, what’s your non-Hollywood plan?”

“Wingsuits.”

Niner’s eyes shot wide. “Please tell me you’re not going to have us drop from thirty-thousand feet and land on that thing.”

Dawson shook his head. “No, none of you are as good as Tom Cruise.”