Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 5 )

Me: hey everyone here's chapter 4 to Angels and Demons

Hikari shadowcat: yeah sorry about the late update but my yam's exams are tomorrow wednesday and thursday but since friday shes finally out of school she'll be able to update even more chapters

Me: Anywas enjoy, also here's some character info for you all.

Character information on who's appeared so far.

Bakura: Hassassin, killer, etc....

Solomon Mutou: The dead physicist

Arthur Hawkins: The leader of CERN, also a physicist

Yami Motou: A Symbologist, teacher, one of the main characters

????: Dark character, leader of the brotherhood etc....

Rex Raptor: The airplane pilot

(OTHERS WILL APPEAR LATER IN FURTHER CHAPTERS.)

Hikari shadowcat: Anyways rated r for Yaoi between YxYY and then close to a rape scene with YxB, death, murder, etc..... also I forgot to mention earlier Yugi's gonna be little different then normally the same goes for anyone else I add to the story.

Me: anyways we don't own YuGiOh or the book Angels and Demons by Dan Brown we only borrow them to write are stories so no sueing

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Chapter 4

Yami Motou's saab 900s tore out of the Callahan Tunnel and emerged on the east side of Boston Harbor near the entrance to Logan Airport. Checking his directions Motou found Aviation Road and turned left past the Old Eastern Airlines Building Three hundred yards down the access road a hangar loomed in the darkness. A large number "4" was painted on it. He pulled into the parking lot and got out of his car.

A round-faced man in a blue suit emerged from behind the building. "Yami Motou?" he called. The man's voice was friendly. He had an accent Motou couldn't place.

"That's me," Motou said, locking his car.

"Perfect timing," the man said. "I've just landed follow me, please."

As they circled the building Motou felt tense. He was not accustomed to cryptic phone calls and secret rendezous with strangers. Not knowing what to expect he had donned his usual classroom attire-- a pair of sneakers, a black sleevless shirt a white vest and navy blue jeans. As they walked he thought about the fax in his vest pocket, still unable to believe the image it depicted.

Rex seemed to sense Motou's anxiety. "Flying's not a problem for you, is it sir?"

"Not at all," Motou replied. Branded corpses are a problem for me. Flying I can handle.

The man led Motou the length of the hangar. They rounded the corner onto the runway.

Motou stopped dead in his tracks and gaped at the aircraft parked on the tarmac, "We're riding in that?"

The man grinned "Like it?"

Motou stared a long moment. "Like it? what the hell is it?"

The craft before them was enormous. It was vaguely reminiscent of the space shuttle except that the top had been shaaved off, leaving it perfectly flat. Parked there on the runway, it resembled a colossal wedge. Motou's first impression was that he must be dreaming. The vehicle looked as air worthy as a Buick. The wings were practically nonexisentent---just two stubby fins on the rear of the fuselage. A pair of dorsal guiders rose out of the aft section. The rest of the plane was hull---about 200 feet from front to back---no windows, nothing but hull.

"Two hundred fifity thousand kilos fully fueled," Rex offered, like a father bragging about his newborn. "Runs on slush hydrogen. The shell's a titanium matrix with silicon carbide fibers. She packs a 20:1 thrust/weight ratio, most jets run at 7:1. The director must be in one helluva a hurry to see you. He doesn't usually send the big boy."

"This thing flies?" Motou said.

Rex smiled. "Oh yeah." He led Motou across the tarmac toward the plane. "looks kind of startling, I know, but you better get used to it. In five years, all you'll see are these babies---HSCT's---High Speed Civil Transports. Our lab's one of the first to own one."

Must be on hell of a lab, Motou thought.

"This one's a prototype of the boeing x-33," Rex continued, "but there are dozens of others--the national Aero space Plane, the Russians have scramjet, the Brits have HOTOL. The future's here, it's just taking sometime to get to the public sector. You can kiss conventional jets good-bye."

Motou looked up warily at the craft. "I think I'd perfer a convenional jet."

Rex motioned up the gangplank. "This way please, Mr. Motou. Watch your step."

Minutes later, Motou was seated inside the empty cabin.

Rex buckled him into the front row and disappeared towards the front of the aircraft.

The cabin itself looke surprisingly like a wide-body commerical airliner. The only exception was that it had no windows, which made Motou uneasy. He had been haunted his whole life by a mild case of claustrophobia--the vestige of a childhood incident he had never quite overcome.

Motou's aversion to closed spaces was by no means debilitating, but it had always frustratted him. It manifested itself in subtle ways. He avoided enclosed sports like racquetball or squash, and he had gladly oaid a small fortunes for his airy, high-ceilinged Victorian home even through economical faculty housing was available. Motou had often suspected his attraction to the art world a young boy sprang from his love of museums, wide open space.

The engines roared to life beneath him, sending a dee shudder through the hull. Motou swallowed hard and waited, He felt the plane start taxing. Piped-in country music began playing quietly overhead.

A phone on the wall beside him beped twice. Motou lifted the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Comfortable, Mr.Motou?"

"Not at all."

"Just relax. Well be there in a hour."

"And where exactly is there?" Motou asked, realizing he had no idea where he was headed.

"Geneva," Rex replied, revving the engines. "The lab's in Geneva."

"Geneva," Motou repeated, feeling a little better. "Upstate New York. I've actually got family near Seneca lake. I wasn't aware Geneva had a physics lab."

Rex laughed. "Not Geneva, New York, Mr. Motou. Geneva, Switzerland."

The word took a long moment to register. "Switzerland?" Motou felt his pulse surge. "I thought you said the lab was only an hour away!"

"It is Mr. Motou." Rex chuckled. "This plane goes Mach Fifteen."

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Me: Ok, I know it's a evil place to leave off but I have exams the next three days but once i finish I'll be sure to update more than one to two chapters a day or at a time.