“Yep. Nice country, but I still prefer being here.”
“Someday, maybe I’ll get a chance to check it out.”
A woman in a pilot’s uniform came over just then. “Gentlemen, if you’re ready…”
“And then some,” Dylan replied, getting a laugh from Mars, who asked her if his bike had been loaded.
“Mars, you should know better. Of course it is.”
They followed her into a small jet sitting on the tarmac. While she headed to the cockpit, Dylan and Mars took their seats and belted in for liftoff. Five hours later they were landing in another small airport. While they waited for Mars’ bike and their luggage, such as it was, Dylan studied the landscape. It was flat, with mountains off in the distance, but nothing giving him any idea what city they were in, or at least near. When he asked, Mars told him.
“That explains the heat,” Dylan commented. It wasn’t hot-hot, but definitely warmer than anywhere else he’d been in the last few weeks.