"FWLS51" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Yes, we have soda. I'll get you some peanuts sir. No, I
won't go out with you," she delivered, boom-boom-boom, rapid
succession. She handed over the beverage and foil baggie, then
continued down the aisle.

"Look, guys, sorry about that," I apologized profusely. "I
tried, really..."

"Hey, Mitch, it's okay," Benton laughed, ripping open his
baggie. "Man, you looked CONSTIPATED before. I'm surprised you
hadn't let it out when we got on board."

I sulked down in my seat. Things were not going as well as
I had hoped. Mitch's Five-Step Plan to Sight Recovery had taken
a slight downturn.

*

We stepped off the gate, more or less intact yet slightly
compressed by the seats. Benton dusted some salt of his shirt,
and scanned the terminal.

"Okay... luggage rack is over there. I'll get the bags.
Jody, you go pick us up a rental car...."

"Hey, take a look!" Jody said, pointing in the other
direction. "High High uniforms! Maybe we're not the only
students 'vacationing' here."

"Can you recognize them?" I asked, a bit of dread creeping
into my afterbrain.

"No... oh, they're coming over here. What's with the little
happy-cloud badges?" Jody asked. "Only the Planetary Engineering
guys wea... umm."

"Run?" Benton suggested.

"And hide," I confirmed.

"It's the guys with our weather conditioner!" one of the
three students yelled out. "GET THEM!!!"

So we ran, Engineers behind. Odds are they traced the
tickets and spotted me leaving the building, box in tow. Okay,
minor setback. First we deal with them, then the gag can proceed
normally.

How do we deal with them?