<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Tanita Carmen Alessandra Lopez-Delgado</span><br/>"Tania"</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/5f3673cb-dd40-4cf2-8eee-811a68c2052a_zpsc04e9728.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tania looked in amazement on the quickly disintegrating foam. It looked like it got eaten away, leaving only a thin layer of dust on her expensive business costume. Her mind tried to process what had happened and it failed totally. They had been told to fix the oxygen masks over their mouthes and noses, before their pilot tried to land and then suddenly the big nozzles in the ceiling had splashed down a white liquid on them. Tania had not even the chance to gasp, before she found herself caught in a white cocoon. And now, only a few minutes later the cocoon was gone and the plane was silent. What had happened, did they crash? She refused to believe that, the two pilots had looked so damn competent, when she had run over them earlier. The memory alone made her blush again. What a shitty day this had been so far...<br/><br/>Tania or correctly Tanita Carmen Alessandra Lopez-Delgado, had just returned late yesterday from a three weeks business trip. A successful one, but nevertheless an exhausting one. She had just managed to remove her make-up and take a shower, before she had curled up alone in the bed in her spacy Boston loft. She was happy to be back and she had hoped she would be able to visit the spa and gym this time. She wasn't fat, not at all, but the eighty hour weeks were taking their toll.<br/><br/>Four hours later her night had been over. A pilot from the firm waited outside of her apartment to transport her to the Airforce field. She had called her father in some extremly pissed mood. And if her latin heritage got the best of her, then she was like a firestorm. But nobody discussed anything with Esteban Delgado, least of all his own daughter. <span style="color: #40BF00">'<span style="font-weight: bold">HER</span> customer wanted to see <span style="font-weight: bold">HER</span> today on the west coast, it was <span style="font-weight: bold">HER</span> duty to go there and to finish that contract for <span style="font-weight: bold">THE FIRM</span>. And <span style="font-weight: bold">THE FIRM</span> had paid a lot of money to allow <span style="font-weight: bold">HER</span> to get there today. <span style="font-weight: bold">SHE</span> should stop bickering and haul <span style="font-weight: bold">HER</span> ass to the airport, before <span style="font-weight: bold">HER</span> plane would leave without <span style="font-weight: bold">HER</span>.'</span> End of call. Tania had glared at the dead phone in her hand and had felt very tempted to throw it at the wall. Instead she had fixed her make-up and her wavy jet-black hair, packed business, sports and outdoor clothes in her suitcases and left her apartment. Damn, this time she would stay a week longer and she would go hiking in the mountains and swimming in the Pacific. Her customer would have to provide the cover. Damn Dad, this time it will not run according to your head. Tania could be very stubborn if she wished so.<br/><br/>Of course she had been late. The security procedures had been a pain in the ass and she had hurried over the shiny floors of the 'terminal'. Flying military meant to say good-bye to amenities and to pay costly for it. Her stilettos were drumming a frantic rhythm on the hard floor and she moved as quickly as the narrow skirt of her awfully expensive costume allowed it. Tania knew that pants would be suited a lot better for travelling, but damn, she was fiery latina with a curvy figure and she would flaunt it in that narrow cut costume. Drop dead gorgeous in combination with the four inch stilettos, but making up time like that - impossible.<br/><br/>Tania had looked into her papers rounding a corner full speed. Unfortunately into the wrong direction and more unfortunately right into the tracks of two pilots. She had missed the female one by inches, but then her heels lost hold and she skitted over the ground helplessly. Her papers went flying and her legs went into opposite directions. Her last thought had been with her skirt. Please don't rip open, when two strong hands had sneaked around her chest and pulled her flush with a male body. She had smelled his after-shave and when she had looked up, her knees had started to get weak. Her last man had been at Harvard and this one... Damn, she wouldn't throw that one out of her bed. <br/><br/>There had been an amused look on his face, showing some cute dimples around his mouth. She had really felt like a fourteen year old girl, when the highschool quarterback asked her out. And then he had made jokes with his female counterpart, that there was a speed limit in the terminal and the only ones allowed to fly there were the air force pilots. She had exploded in an instant and her fingernails had gone like claws for his face... Just to get whirled around and get caught helplessly, trapped in his strong arms. His amused chuckle had infuriated her only more, but there was nothing she could, other than kicking his shin. The female pilot had picked up her boarding pass and then cursed silently. Tania had never felt more embarrassed, than in the moment she understood her words. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Damn, nobody told us that we have to transport a wildcat today. Better we strap her into the freight area."</span> She had gone immediately limp and followed them later after a myriad of excuses to the bus, bringing them to the freight plane.<br/><br/>And now she found herself in the same plane and something had gone terribly wrong. She looked over at the passenger with the corduroy jacket in the next seat. Type College Professor.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"What has happened?"</span></div>