Chapter 11

"Pilots # 216 and # 217 please." said the secretary. The two girls, Jennifer and Sandy, stood up. They walked in a dignified fashion into a rather large room for an office. They were in I.P.M. Institute of Physics and Mechanics. They had entered the waiting room marked "Profession Fighter Pilots". A rough looking man sat at a desk full of paper-work. It was General Tombwald. The one in charge of fighter pilots. The girls had two gray, very secretarial looking outfits. Jennifer had a red flower on her gray hat, Sandy had a white one. The two outfits matched, and they both wore purses made of the same colored fabric. They both wore a pair of owlish-looking glasses, to make themselves look like professional secretaries. They had been practicing sitting down at the same time, and now they displayed that, by turning to the couch at the exact same time, and sat down upon the white blob. Then they both lifted their purses onto their laps, unbuttoned the top, and pulled out a small note-pad. Then at the exact same time they both pulled out a pencil, looked it over, and then looked up at the general. The general was slightly intimidated by these two very professional women.

"You two are pilots?" he asked them, raising an eyebrow slowly. They both wrinkled their noses at the exact same time, as if the thought of them being pilots completely, utterly disgusted them to no end. Then they both looked down at their notepads and said
"No. We're the secretaries of Mr. Allister and Mr. Sugimori. We represent them." the general nodded slowly and thoughtfully.
"All right, how long have your pilots been in piloting school?" asked the general. A simple question. He would start simple.
"Six years, they also did four years of sciences and astronomy, they went to the Learning Institute, nearby here. They got the two highest marks in the school for piloting. Mr. Allister has the highest mark, Mr. Sugimori has the second highest mark." they both talked at the exact same time. The general was over-whelmed. He had asked a simple question, and ended up with so many things.
he decided to begin firing away at the questions, to see how well they could do. They began writing down things, notes, as if they were grading him! Rather than their pilots being graded by him!

"Do they have any pets? Are they low maintenance or high? Do they have girlfriends? How old are they? How much do they pay you? Why do they want to join?" he asked so many questions it made his head feel dizzy. He was normally a very centered man.
"No, low but they can become high, no, 18, that is classified information, and because they feel that this would be a great opportunity to help the people and get better, more skilled training. Plus they both have always dreamed to become pilots. They have been invited to be interviewed by over one hundred schools and their Head Instructor expects them to visit every school, we are very busy people, and don't have much time. In fact you should consider yourself lucky that you have been chosen as one of the one hundred schools they chose to be interviewed by." the girls said at the same time. They thought that if they made the boys look really superior and busy it would make the general want to have the two pilots even more. The general nodded and they exited in an abrupt, official fashion. They walked out of the building at the exact same time, and then broke into giggling, and excitedly, and noisily chattered about how they did the best job, and they were going to win for sure!

It was the day after their graduation of Friday when the girls went to the interviews. After that the boys had about half a week before the letters of acceptance came flowing in. Their mail-box was over-crowded, and they, and the two engineers had it just as bad. They spent the entire second half of the week opening letters of acceptance. There were very few that were not letters of acceptance. They then wrote down all the companies that accepted them and the engineers, cut them up, and put them into a hat for Sunday. On Sunday the female fans crowded around like never before, they had all brought their friends with, and even more people came. News reporters also came, trying to figure out what kind of a riot was going on. Then there was complete silence, as once more the two boys climbed out of the window. The world around them seemed to sit still, and all time seemed to stop. They pulled out of the hat a winner for the third prize. There was much applause as the lucky winner ran excitedly to the front of the building, and Mitsuhiro dropped his hat down to her, she caught it, and then all the girls began to scream out of pure excitement! A second lucky winner was drawn, and there was even more applause and cheering.

"Take off your jacket." said Mitsuhiro. But Kaleb refused. It was one of his only jackets, and he really liked it allot.
"But it's a designer jacket!" he cried. Mitsuhiro grabbed his wrist and pointed out to the crowds of girls.
"Look, all these girls went to a ton of trouble to help us out, and only four of them are going to win something, so just make them happy. You can always buy another jacket, your rich. Right?" Kaleb sighed, and bit his lip, then he took of the light jacket and slowly gave it one last squeeze, before dropping it to the ground. The girl caught it ecstatically, and began jumping and dancing with it. Now the final girls were to be announced. Mitsuhiro had found all the pairs of girls that had both worked together, and had gotten both of them accepted. He then put them all in a separate hat, and drew the names.

"And the lucky pair is.. Jennifer Pullitz and Sandy James!" he announced, like a game-show host from television. The two girls screamed among the cheering and Sandy almost fainted. Jennifer grabbed Sandy's wrist and dragged her towards the door of the building, and ran in. Neither girl could believe they were going to spend the entire day with the two boys. She knew their room number, since she had climbed up that ladder, and tried to climb in their window not so long ago. In fact, Sandy almost got Mitsuhiro's pants!