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Oz grinned as he took the pack of money and slung it over his shoulder, "alright! I'll get this bird ready to fly!"
Escorting a whore to a prince's bed chambers? Sounded like a fun job. Unlike Lance, Oz had no hang ups on the matter of polyamory. In fact, he'd love to be able to retire on the beach of Banana Island, drink yogurt out of a shell and enjoy a cabaret of honey bunnies all for him. It was the dream, he thought to himself and in a way, he envied the prince.
But oh well. For now, he focused on just finishing up his work on the plane. The bird in question was a Grumman J2F Duck; an amphibious biplane, armed with two guns built onto the nose, as well as a machine gun in the second seat-the gunner's office, if you will.
He liked calling the plane 'Goose', and she was just as nimble and swift as the day she was assembled by his hands.
By the time Lance returned, Oz had his own supplies and the ship ready for take off, the young blond grinning once the pilot returned to their hanger, and his jacket back on.
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