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I lost count of the days since I felt young I lost count of the days since you've been gone Misstaking pain for pleasure Crashing planes for the stars Misstaking pain for pleasure Playing games with hearts You say we screwed up one too many times Never strong enough to walk the line I wish there was a chance to roll the dice for hours I'd trade a hand of diamonds for a little trust ❤
A while ago now I posted Wilhelm Tell Me and talked about how much they were a modern day Dexys Midnight Runners and with every release I am get more convinced that they are. Their latest track is called Oh My God (something every teenager has said in every single coming of age move has said) and is pretty much everything I love about the band with the infectious melody, catchy chorus and of course that incredible feel good nature. The track builds throughout to an epic conclusion at the end that will get you dancing like an idiot in no time at all and lets face it, thats exactly what music like this was designed to do - Jakk
Ladies and gentlemen I introduce you to the modern version of Dexys Midnight Runners, otherwise known as Wilhelm Tell Me. The German bands song Let Me Take You Away has been my jam as of late and by that I mean I’ve been singing it whilst dancing down the street and been given weird looks. The track is really infectious, fun and you’ll be singing along to it in no time - Jakk
I'm pretty sure when I first heard Wilhelm Tell Me's new single Crashing Planes I melted straight into my seat. I've already been quite fond of what I've heard from the German alt pop band so far, but they really raised the bar on themselves with this gorgeous, soaring piece of cinematic music. The sentimental beauty is the third single from their new EP, A Short Story For The Road.
Location → On the plane to Aeropuerto Internacional de Maiquetía Simón Bolívar
Timeframe → During the Mission: Lethal Information
Word Count → 1,519
Wesley leaned back in his chair and started fiddling around with his phone as the flight attendant told them that it was safe to start walking around the cabin. He took his seat belt off and started looking through the internet for any information about Venezuela. The last time he was there it was less than ideal and although he made it out with his pockets full and body still intact, he vowed to never go back. Yet here he was escorting Maya on her second mission. Taking a deep breath, he did his best to stay calm about it. For all he knew they were dead already, although he figured he wouldn't be so lucky. He pulled himself out of his thoughts and glanced toward Maya, giving her a gentle grin. "How are you holding up?"
Maya had remained silent on their way to the airport and into the plane, refusing to say anything in fear her voice would give in and reveal just how horrified she was. Maybe if her first mission would have gone better she wouldn’t have been such an emotional wreck, but with her past experiences and the awareness of having to leave Valentina behind while she believed that the other needed her, Maya was barely able to remain sane. ‘He has a family. A wife, children ... You never told me that he has a family and when I found out it was already too late to …’ The words still haunted her, the knowledge that she was responsible for the death of two loving parents eating her up … no matter how cruel they may had been to others. Her now dead handler had told her that this was her job, that she had to do this for Division and her country. But if he believed that she hadn’t heard the doubts in his voice than he was mistaken. Would Wesley tell her the same? If yes, then he could just as well die as her previous handler had … The thought caused her to bite her lower lip in guilt as she swallowed hard, trying to banish such dark thoughts and thankfully the sound of his voice pulled her out of the depths of her mind before her thoughts could wander off further. She looked at him, only for a brief moment but long enough to give him an answer. One that would prove her verbal response a lie. “Great … When are we there?“ she murmured after she averted her gaze again, looking out of the window instead.
Wesley wished that Maya wouldn’t bother lying to him. It wasn’t that he found it annoying that she thought she could get away with lying when it was very clear that there was something on her mind, but more to the fact that if there was something wrong, he wanted to help her. For her sake, he decided not to press the matter, but if he saw something amiss with her later, then he knew he would have to act. “We should be there in a couple of hours.” He put his phone away and took out the Spanish translation of The Princess Bride to help him refresh on the language. The would come off as Americans but if Wesley bumped shoulders with his past, it was best to be prepared. “Do you have any questions? Concerns? You know that you can ask me virtually anything.” he asked as he turned to his favorite chapter. Most people never took advantage of him saying that and he wondered if Maya would finally be the one to ask him a good question.
Maya nodded in response to his answer as she focused her gaze on the clear sky and the white clouds beneath them, blocking any sight on the landscape that was resting hundreds of miles under them. She wondered what they would do if the plane crashed, wondered what her last thoughts would be in that very moment once she realized that her life was over. Quite obscure thoughts to have but Maya guessed they were accurate when in a situation that would result in either her death or that of her target’s. If Ethan had achieved anything then it was to take her hope from saving any lives when she was called to be their reaper. “Why The Princess Bride?“ Maya suddenly wondered with a shrug unsure if he even had noticed that she looked back at him, her features still feigning disinterest as she nodded towards the direction of the book which he had in his hands and which looked quiet used. She didn’t take him for someone to enjoy such literature but then again she had come to learn quite early not to jump to assumptions.
Wesley laughed softly, remembering when Nathan had asked him a similar question on his mission. “It was my favorite book growing up. I like the book within a book sort of tale. Not to mention that my parents named me after the main character.” The last part was a technical lie, but only a partial one so it didn’t count in his books. “You have anything else to ask? Something related to the reason why we’re going to Venezuela?” He knew that majority of the people in planes didn’t care about other people, but he also knew that people liked snooping in on conversations and it was better to be safe than sorry in this case. He started to read his book once again, waiting patiently for Maya to ask him something. He hoped that she would take the bait otherwise he would have to be a little more direct with her.
“You mean about the man I am ordered to kill?“ Maya asked, finally looking him right in the eyes, not caring for caution as her handler did even if her voice remained low. Low, yet steady, making clear that she didn’t fear him. If anything he was a pawn of Division. Just like she was … They were both in the same boat and yet fought for different sides, or so it seemed. With the authority supporting him though - or the other way around - she knew that she had no say in this. But then again, wasn’t it easier to believe that? To just give in to her fate and do as she was told? Yes, it definitely was. It also raised her chances of returning to Val and Red, to Niko, Rachel and Cambria. To Aidan, who almost had lost a very close person. Rachel had been right, she couldn’t just leave them alone in this war. No matter the odds.
All the trouble that Wesley is going through to keep things calm and quiet and comes out and says it straight out. He grit his teeth and forced himself not to look around which might make people suspicious. He gave her a sharp look before letting his eyes dart around and assured himself that no one heard her. “We’re on a plane on our way to a politically unstable country and you start talking about killing people. You might as well yell, I’m a terrorist on the top of your lungs.” He rolled his eyes and looked down to his book, although he wasn’t reading the words. “I assume you did your research. Or enough of it.” He meant the file of course. He wasn’t going to blow his cover just because Maya decided that discrepancy is beyond her capabilities.
The only reaction he got was her looking out of the window again, after he scolded her quietly as if she wasn’t aware of the huge impact her words might have had if heard by someone. “You probably shouldn’t propose something like that since it seems like I’d be dumb enough to say just that. You might not have noticed, but my voice carries.“ she muttered under her breath, before looking down sadly, focusing on a dirty spot on the plane’s walls before suddenly shutting the window with a swift movement. She used to find joy in gazing out of a plane’s window but even that Division had taken from her. There weren’t really any far away places she strived to visit if they were all connected to a killing mission.
Wesley rolled his eyes at her, officially done with trying to have a conversation with her at the moment. He knew that she didn’t want to be there and that she would rather be in her apartment doing whatever she did there rather than having to go on this mission. He understood that feeling. He would rather be anywhere than on his way to Venezuela at that moment, but there was nothing they could do. No matter what she said, they had to do this and the sooner she realized that the better. “The plane should be landing soon. You should get some rest before then. Who knows what will happen when we touch land.” He hoped nothing bad, but he knew not to count on it. Taking a breath, he focused on his book once more and allowed Maya her small moment of peace.
