It wasn't long until we reached the warehouse, one big open area in the middle of nowhere, anyone from the outside would think it was an abandoned airstrip or a place to deal some shady business, imagine that, a man like me involved in something like that.
Anyways, once the car stopped inside the warehouse, Walter came out of the car and didn't waste time going into the lockers close to the white small aircraft, forgetting to open the door for his boss, typical, but not something I would get mad about it, that's why I opened the door myself and got out, immediately going where he was:
— Walter, why didn't you open the door? — I asked sincerely.
— Boss, we're late. — He replied frustrated, not wanting to talk about it, clearly.
— How so? It's a private aircraft, we can leave anytime we want.
— Yeah, the sooner we go, the sooner we leave that God forsaken place, so please, do you have the key to open this? — Of course he was talking about the locker with all the necessary gear for the trip.
I indeed had it, taking it out of my top coat pocket to unlock it but not before showing my expression of disappointment with Walter's behavior, how uncivilized, but I didn't dwell that much on it, opening the lock a second after. Inside, there were guns of all types, rifles, pistols, grenades, knives, body vests.
— There you go.
Walter, he's a good guy, hard working and reliable even with our disagreements from time to time. He was an Asian older guy with buzz cut hair, a bit chubby, but he would tell you that it was all muscle and he wasn't lying, even I would admit he was stronger than me. He showed that by grabbing the vest, rifles, grenades, gearing up like a champ while I was just standing there watching, holding my laughter. He found it odd and decided to talk, even if it looked he didn't want it, since he was a bit pissed since we left the mansion:
— What's so funny? Will you not grab anything?
— I already have all I need, kid. — I replied while touching my holster, my trusty handgun was there as always, indeed it was all needed judging by the past experiences, not only that, I was 34 years old and Walter was probably like 48, I had got em with that "kid" line, got em more mad to the point he made a long sigh before going into the aircraft's door, starting the engine and probably lifting off alone if I didn't rushed my feet.
I locked the door's locker before going while Walter was already moving the plane out of the warehouse. I had to sprint towards the passenger's door to get inside, it was the second time in the day that Walter didn't have door etiquette, outrageous, pay cut was going to happen after the trip, I wouldn't say in his face right away, he would probably fly us into a mountain and be done with it, so I decided to just sigh just like he did with me after putting the seat belt and the headphones.
— Nice one, Walter, I'm going to sleep now, wake me up when we get there. — I said it, already yawning.
— Sleep? With all this noise? Yeah, sure. — He looked at me and I was already passed out, snoozing hard. I guess he didn't know I loved to sleep with loud noises, especially explosions and death screams. It happened one time during a trip in Morocco, in simpler times.
— Probably for the best, honestly. — Walter said to himself, even more pissed but at least he would fly in peace.
After sleeping for what felt like a full day, I woke up after hearing my name repeatedly, apparently Walter had obeyed me for the first time in the day, since I asked him to wake me up, I knew he had it in him.
— Mr. Craft! Mr. Craft!
— Ok, ok. — First a big yawn while stretching and then finally opened up my eyes to see if we were close, to my surprise, we were already on land, the plane was smashed, Walter was a bloody mess right by my side while I apparently hadn't had a single scratch, I panicked a little by seeing Walter like that, my voice tone made it even more obvious:
— Walter?! What the fuck happened? Wha... — I looked around confused and a bit scared to be honest, we were in the middle of the jungle, apparently we crashed the plane hard or something, if it wasn't for Walter calling I would still be sleeping which kinda amazed me for a second, but a bleeding man right beside me took me out of it of my own head.
— Craft... it was someone... there was a big flash in the sky... and then...
He couldn't speak too much, his wounds were serious and I didn't know what to do aside from scream for help like a lunatic, like someone would hear me in the middle of a jungle, probably some tiger if anything. But again I was surprised, still confused and trying to wrap my head about everything. From deep within the trees, a tribe of natives came out, emotionless and looking like they were expecting me.
— Who the... — I immediately went for the gun holster, but before I took it out, some old dude from the tribe warned me against it.
— I would advise not, sir, we come in peace, we were the ones who took out your plane and we apologize. — He said the words very calmly, but of course I didn't believe any of it.
— You killed my friend! What do you mean you apologize? You motherf...
Before I completed my sentence, I finally took out my gun and shot in the direction of the old man, but again, nothing was normal in that place, the bullet stopped mid air and dropped to the ground, like there was a force shield or something. My eyes widened, from excitement and fear, it was them, the Xavantes! The supernatural tribe from Brazil, it was real.
The old man didn't appreciate how I didn't listen to his warning, so he looked to his right and gave the order to some other native dude to come close, but instead, he teleported right in front of me, snapped his fingers and I passed out, again, but this time it felt like my life was going away from my body.
After a couple hours, or at least I could assume it was, I woke up by myself this time, lying in a bed in a tent, to my right Walter was also lying in a bed, apparently alive? No wounds whatsoever were visible, it was becoming clear to me that each one from the tribe had different powers, even though I still couldn't believe, only something like that would save Walter from his wounds. Also, why didn't I get hurt in the crash? I felt like a stranger on my own body, grasping for any sense in that situation.
While I was still lost in my own thoughts, a female voice got my attention, appearing right beside me in the bed and saying with a soft and calm voice:
— Finally awake, sir.
I gazed at her and got welcomed with two large breasts right at my field of vision, silly me, what did I expect from natives living in their habitat? Clothes were not a thing, I was too busy scared and mourning for Walter to realize that at first.
— Don't worry about you and your friend, you are all safe. — She still talked with that silky tone while reaching for my hand, a white glow lit on it, showing what power she had, in a matter of seconds, I wasn't so confused anymore, quite the opposite, I felt calm and cozy, to a point where I was paying more attention to her. She had long black hair, very tanned, fit body and of course, the big perky breasts that first caught my attention, she looked too beautiful, like a model or something, who knows, after all they were superhuman, so there was no point of trying to find logic and sense in all of it, they could shape reality anyway they wanted for the looks of it.