Terminal Orgy

They tore through the terminal with a narrow lead on the excited, infuriated mob close behind. The guide quickly collected the bags from baggage claim, and they decided to hightail it to the rental car counter as soon as possible. Their feet never touched the ground, hunted men in a foreign land... Or at least two hunted people, not necessarily men.

They arrived at the rental car counter to discover a large line of Japanese tourists had beaten them to the place. The line seemed to snake for miles, a sea of Nikons greeted them, taking pictures of the disheveled, weary threesome.

"End of the line," the British guide declared glumly. She herself felt more pissed off than ever before, and glowered darkly from the dismal 381st position in line.

All of a sudden, her brother brightened up. He marched up to the counter and seized hold of a microphone connected to a loudspeaker system overhead. With an evil, sneaky grin on his face, he announced into the mike, "Massive orgy in the British Airways terminal!"

Panic ensued, as hundreds of tourists rushed to grab their bags and get to the British Airways terminal as quickly as possible. The mad dash left people trampled and dazed, yet still determined to reach the non-existent festival of flesh, though perhaps one would begin impromptu with so many people desiring one.

The path cleared, they picked their way over to the counter and managed to inquire about getting a rental car. The woman at the counter was friendly yet firm in insisting all cars had been reserved for the Hisamoto Company executives who just fled. She apologized profusely, but there was nothing she could do.

"Pardon me," said our heroine's filial companion to the beleagured agent. "Have you ever seen Magnum?"

"Th-th-the TV show you mean?" the woman asked hesitantly, wondering what this crazy American youth could possibly have up his sleeve this time.

"Not really, my pet, I was talking about Magnum .44, not unlike this lovely model here," he said, retrieving a fine looking piece of steel from his waistband. "Now, if you'll pardon me, we need a car, and we need it NOW!"

What will happen now? Will the agent give them the keys? Or will they have to find a new solution to this conundrum? Read on, in Part VII of this exciting series.