From the prompt: "Golden eyes in the dark..."

He moaned and stirred, sitting up. "Wha...?" He looked around blearily, blinking. He jumped when a pair of golden eyes appeared in the darkness before him.
"Come on, Curly Fry," Asia said. "Get up. You wanna be a real flyboy, right?"
Jade forced himself out of bed, making sure not to disturb his 'mother'. He slipped out of the hotel room fully dressed, toeing on his shoes as he stumbled down the corridor behind Asia, who was swinging car keys and whistling idly.
"It's, like, two AM," Jade protested when they stepped into the warm Atlanta night.
Asia smirked. "It's one-thirty. I'll have you back in time for more dance training with Josh."
"I know all those dances," Jade protested, climbing into the passenger seat of Asia's old VW bug.
She revved the engine and pulled out of the Motel 6 parking lot. "Sure you can skate by on the routines, and you think dancing is for pansies, but it's hard work." She turned on the radio, and mellow jazz flooded the car.
Jade watched her curiously. She'd been training him for a little over a month now, turning him into an excellent pilot. Josh had been turning him into the consummate performer, as well as brushing up his skills on the language of the Dagaz. Between the two of them and his job during the day, he was sure he was going to drop dead any time soon.
As if reading his mind, Asia said to him, "You'll get used to little sleep."
Jade didn't answer, just watched her. She was only about seventeen to his fifteen, and yet she seemed to know so much about the Dagaz. She acted like a kid sometimes, other times like an adult, all stuffy and formal. And she had those creepy eyes. No one had eyes that colour. In the legends, the cool chicks always had violet eyes, and the pretty chicks too. Snakes and stuff had golden eyes.
"Are you hungry or something?" Jade asked as the Bug rolled to a stop in front of a Chinese restaurant. The neon sign was still blinking dully, glowing red, turning Asia's yes an eerie orange. Jade shuddered.
Asia slid out of the car, cutting off the engine. She nodded towards the door. "C'mon, Curly Fry, you're like a zombie." She smiled gently and beckoned.
Jade groaned and forced himself out of his seat, stumbling towards the door. When he pushed open the door, he was greeted by the sound of food frying in a wok, hissing, and the scent of soy sauce wafting through the air.
A short bald man with squinting eyes was leaning over the counter, picking at breaded chicken with a pair of chopsticks. He lifted his head and eyes Asia, and Jade coming in behind her.
"Ta shi shei?" he demanded.
Asia answered coolly, "Ta shi wode xuesheng."
The man nodded, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at a door in the back. Asia grabbed Jade by the wrist and dragged him past the kitchen.
The back room was fairly dim, a single chain-activated light bulb hanging overhead, but Jade recognized the flight simulators.
"Are you ready?" Asia asked. She held out his helmet and gestured to the nearest simulator.
Jade slipped the helmet on over his curls and climbed into the simulator. Asia's voice crackled the mic.
"I'm gonna be the Iraqi bomber," she informed him. "Let's go."
And Jade was in his own world. He took off of the runway smoothly, like he'd been doing it all his life. Once in the air, he spotted the foreign bomber and began to maneuver frantically. The bombed was on his tail, gunfire crackling around him. He pulled up into an inside loop, firing off rounds on the plane below. The plane rolled away, and the chase was on. Jade fought hard, struggling for the upper hand in the dogfight. His aim was on, but his enemy was fast. Jaw set determinedly, he worked the controls, the simulator rocking as he maneuvered wildly. The bomber was on his tail. Gritting his teeth, he sent the plane into a spiral plunge before rolling away. The shot came from behind, and his world exploded in flames.
"Jade."
His panicked screaming died out as his helmet was yanked off, leaving his ears ringing from the explosion. Golden eyes appeared in the darkness, smiling.