I thank the man, his German accent heavy as Drexel escorts me up the stairs and into the cabin. Black leather is everywhere as I take a seat away from the window just as Drexel has just said, Drexel also telling me that a man will be piloting with him and we will be at our location in at least nine hours.
The co-pilot bows his head to me, rushing off into the pilot's cabin, Penelope placing a brunette wig upon her hair and sitting by the window.
The man in maroon enters the plane, the door shut tight as the plane turns on.
"This ride will be a b***h," Penelope mutters, closing her eyes as she asks the man for some whisky.
"You're dressed like me," I comment.
"Ah, a true Sherlock," she giggles. "Why not? You are my Queen and I was your maid of honor. I respect you and will protect you.
