Word Count: 24,003
Summary of Events:
Vera was in the police lab and learned that the syringe had contained a sedative that had been used on Gemo Zanetti and his copilot, while Hammy learned the missing agent wasn't back in Thailand. They decided that they really had no more leads to go on in Italy, and so chose to head off to Thailand to see what they could learn there, although their flight turned out particularly unpleasant, especially for Hammy . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"Discreetly Hammy rubbed the side of his nose. The Italian woman sitting in the window seat hadn't stopped eating for the entire flight, and if it wouldn't have been for his regular intervention poor Vera would've been lost under a stack of dishes in the first hour.
As much as the woman had gotten into that seat, Hammy wasn't sure that she'd be able to get out. It was a good thing Vera wasn't trapped on the other side of her.
And it was a good reason not just because otherwise Vera might've had to find a different way to get out, but because Vera was such a beautiful picture while asleep.
It had taken a surprisingly short amount of time, Hammy had noticed, for Vera to doze, and she'd hardly stirred since. Her chest rose and fell with the rhythmic breaths she took that raised and lowered her breasts softly.
Her lashes occasionally twitched over her closed eyes, while her somewhat diminutive — but not childish-looking — nose stayed relatively still underneath, as did her little flower-petal lips.
She'd managed to stay in a generally upright position for most of the time, but eventually had come to lean against his shoulder, which he'd appreciated. She hadn't even woken when she'd put her head there.
Finishing yet another plate of spaghetti, this time with a creamy Alfredo-type sauce, as well as what looked like dill and bacon bits on top, the woman set her plate on Vera's lap.
Hammy quickly removed it and held it out in the aisle for the stewardess to collect, which she did in short order.
"Would you like more to drink Signore?" she asked as she took the plate.
Hammy looked between the stewardess and the woman, then nodded. "Yes."
He knew he was already pretty close to drunk, having consumed a significant quantity of liquor already during the flight, but so long as that woman kept eating he was going to keep drinking.
His stomach turned as he watched the woman delve into a plate of what was assuredly some of the worst lasagna ever known to man — evidenced by the fact that she was picking it up and eating it like a dinner roll.
Still on her lap, yet to be consumed, were three pieces of different flavours of cheesecake, some gelato, and a bowl of candied fruit.
The stewardess returned with his liquor and was able to take the woman's lasagna plate as well.
Hammy took a big swallow of his drink and sighed. He hoped he'd be able to make it through the airport alright, even though he was assuredly drunk."
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