When Todd and Sam don their black cloaks and dart out into the rain, they’re already running late. The train to Conndale leaves every night at 8:52 sharp, and it’s already 8:48 and a half. There’s a bus that goes to the station, but it doesn’t arrive until nine.
For step one of their cunning plan, Sam distracts the bus driver by asking questions about the route while Todd pulls the window open and climbs out. Then, Todd throws several sparklers in front of the bus, letting Sam shimmy through unnoticed. It’s 8:51.
As the bus circles around the entrance to the station, the train starts to pull out. But it’s slow at first, and there are a lot of cars. Todd and Sam have plenty of time to collect themselves, and wait for the bus to get close, before they jump. It works perfectly.
They exchange excited glances, and pull out their grappling hooks. Now it’s time for the hard part. The train goes past the airport at 9:18, which, according to their information, is just as the plane to San Francisco is taking off. Sam checks his watch; Todd checks the parachutes. The train whistles into the night.
HaHa! I am vicariously excited, but simultaneously filled with a sense of censure, over their daring and idiotic plans! I find myself filled with laughter : )
Comment by Heartfelt — February 19, 2009 @ 7:58 pm