Chapter Six
Plain plane in the plains
(part 3)


    King paced back and forth between the kitchen and the living room with the phone to tucked between his ear and shoulder. He crossed another name off with a pen on the lined notepad he was holding.
He took the phone and dialed the next number on the list. He was running out of numbers…
The dialing tone went on and on and one before finally a mechanical voice got on and told him that the number he was trying to reach no longer existed. He muttered something unsavory under his breath and crossed that number out too. He had only three left.
Wanda glanced up at him from her book as she reclined on the couch. “Do you think you should take a break.”
He waved an abrupt and dismissive hand at her as he mentally pleaded with the droning dial tone to yield results. Just as he was giving up the phone clicked and a familiar calm voice came on the line. “Hello?”
King broke out in a grin and tossed his pad and pen onto a nearby chair, that also happened to contain Carter. “Hey Zach? It’s King.”
Carter frowned and shoved the pad off his lap before returning to his movie.
“Oh King. It’s been a long time. It’s really good to hear from you again.”
King chuckled happily, “You too man.”
Zachariah cut straight to the chase, “So what can I do for you?”
King rubbed his neck as he continued pacing, “We’ve been trying to get the team back together to do some deep investigation. Something isn’t feeling right.”
There was a considering pause on Zechariah's end before a response. “Okay, I’ll help if I can. What are you thinking?”
King stopped pacing in front of the clock and grinned, “Got any jets laying around....”

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