Cabin Pressure

Predator Press

[Mr. I]

“Ethan,” I says into the phone.

Long pause, yawning. “This better be important.”

“We’ve got a Code 16b in progress!”

Another pause. “LOBO is breaking out mental patients while simultaneously running for President?”

“Yes sir.”

“Where is he now?”

“Sleeping. I bought them both little hats with propellers on them, and they ran around in circles trying to take off until they passed out.”

“Good work,” says Ethan.

“Now what?”

“You got any handcuffs?”

“No sir. I don’t really swing that way. I’m more of a duct tape kind of guy.”

“Fine," says Ethan. "Tape a picture of Dick Cheney hunting to his forehead. He won’t move for hours.”