79 Boudoir Glamour Inc #79

The fuzzy white light gave way to a darker buzzing.

More and more like a vibration.

The young woman and I were strapped-in on loud military cargo plane.

When I recognized where I was she unbuckled herself and sat next to me, saying: "Things got out of hand back there. It was my fault. This is the plane that is carrying the art back to our country."

I turned and looked. Several men in tactical military gear were strapped to the other wall of the plane. Each holding a short compact rifle. Further back there were wooden crates.

She caught my gaze again: "I know this must be confusing. The door we exited was the planned path of the art, when the viewing was finished. I exposed the route when I dragged you out to street. There is much to explain, but we.. You and I should have a more private talk sometime later."

I remembered that the art was originally from a country on the other side of the world.

None of the men. The group in arks suits. The men with firearms and military tactical clothes. None of the men ever smiled at me.

Most would smile at my newest friend, the young woman.

She did not smile back at them.

She held my head when the travel was bumpy due to turbulence. I expected that I had a 'tranquilizer dart' hangover.

Somehow that slight nausea was far away from me, when we looked at each other.