Werewolves And Vampires - A Shapeshifter's Tale 22 1.22 Private Jet Plane, Giddyup Cowgirl... Yeehaw!

Leonard was pondering that the mission involved day and night time covert operations and would require a human with super strength like me to be able to pull this off effectively.

"If EVER we do send you there, it would be a covert operation only. You would go in, stakeout, get a few photos, do some aerial surveillance and upload it to us and get the h.e.l.l out of there as fast you can."

"We won't promise you this covert ops would be CHARLIE or not, but stay low no shape-s.h.i.+fting is required and no casualties as well. Track their movements, patrols, fortifications, reinforcements... All that kind of s.h.i.+t that we may need to know."

"If possible, get that Privateer on close up so we know who we will be hitting next. Your success depends on our survivability. There's a 50k compensation for you on top of that and 2k for your Cats."

"Hmm... Not bad for a night or two of reconnaissance. No weapons needed, just a silent drone with IRNV cameras on board would do the trick. All I need would be dressing down like a tourist by day and a jungle camp by night, and that would be it." I thought inwardly.

"Do you have a terminal I could use a while bit? I need to get some knowledge to a place I'm going and I hate being to a place I don't know where to begin later.

"Use the one at the end of the hallway, there are some terminals that are hooked up to the Internet and feel free to print them as well. We've got to move fast, Mae. Could you gather your pieces of equipment and leave by tonight? You may use or private plane to get to New Orleans Airport and breeze through the security clearance."

"Oh...! Private Jet Plane? Who's piloting them? Not a Vamp I suppose who would poof and become a pile of dust by the break of dawn...!!" I inquired and the thought of the private jet airplane excites me most. The jet plane, old boy... Not those Cessna propeller type or crop dusters which they used to spray insecticide...!!

"Hahahaha... Its a privately owned company that leases these planes as and when we needed. Go get your whatever equipment ready and check out the locales you wished to look for. Ask Adam if you need to use our drones which are better equipped, silent and with at least as 45 flight time."

"Okie Dokie boss. I'd let you know after I finish getting some info on that 'Land That Never Sleeps" and I'd head straight to the airport after grabbing my stuff.

I excused myself and head down to the room indicated by Leonard as I searched more inquiries in New Orleans... A place where endless parties and orgies take place almost every night.

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I went over to the terminal and flipped the power and looked through Privateer Boulevard just as that Were had mentioned before and saw a simple lodging place that would my stakeout appear less out of place. It was Griffin's Fis.h.i.+ng Charters and Lodge, a place of great fis.h.i.+ng spots, an indoor diner with lots of seafood and steaks, and a place to bunk in.

I noted the number and gave a call. The other party answered and I reserved a place for 4 people in a bunk and would be arriving later before midnight. "Could you arrange for someone to pick me up later at the airport? Just park and had someone to hold up a sign for Ms Gunn. Yeah, that's me alright."

"Sure, I'd get someone with a Fortuner to pick you and the guests up later. Its plate is... 9718. It is a white Fortuner and it's easy to spot with Griffin's name emblaze on both of its doors. We had a few out of towners tonight, so that ride is exclusively yours. You'd be arriving shortly before midnight, Ms Gunn? I'd make sure the transport would be there by 2330 hours."

I thanked the person and found out that he was one of the Griffin's that run the place and his name was... Peter... Peter Griffin. Hahahahaha... Peter Griffin from the Family Guy! Hahahahaha....!!!

"Alright...! I'm done...! I'd be at the airport by 1030 pm...! I hollered when I exit from the room and I knew that Leo had sharp ears and could hear me and could even sense my heartbeat as well. I grabbed the mini palm size foldable drone and its controller and wondered how this little gadget could stay in the air for a full 45 minutes.

I walked out unescorted and punched a few numbers on the keypad and I heard the click of the door and I exited through it and came to another door behind the altar.

I stepped into the fresh air outside the church and the heavily armed security personnel were still there on the lookout for any perpetrators while I fetched my Phantom, started the ignition and vroomed off towards my house.

The coin that I stuck above between the door and frame was still there and I unlocked the door, catch the falling coin in my hand and went in, closing the door behind me.

Guess I have to get used to the dark interior of this house after all and my sharp vision scanned there was no one around. I unlocked my storage door and took out my duffel bag. Inside, I placed my NVIR monocular that could be used as a sight mount for my gunsights.

I placed my P320 with 3 clips of magazine and an extended suppressor after I had removed its round from the chamber. I slipped my Kodachi in as well in case I need to kill off a few Weres silently.

I dumped a pair of jeans and some undergarments and some dark coloured flannel s.h.i.+rts. I took a telescopic fis.h.i.+ng road and a palm-size open reel and a small tackle box with single and treble artificial lures to mask my disguise. A large wide-brimmed garden hat was stuffed in there as well and a two-piece swimming suit was thrown in as well with a green military issue towel.

A folding flat solar panel was also dumped in which I had bought from a tech store some time back and it is great to be used in case I wanna charge my phone et cetera. An upgraded version of Nikon Coolpix P900 digital camera, fitted with an 83x optical zoom equivalent to a 2000mm lens kit and a 128GB memory kit to compensate for superfine images.

Just my Sig and Kodachi for close to medium combat and my P900 for a super long closeup of someone's nose hair at a distance of 2 km away. Hahahahaha. That's it. I took my chops and drums with me for the long haul at the airport and in between. I slung the duffel back over and looked over at the mirror to see if I look like someone who's into fis.h.i.+ng or fis.h.i.+ng for Weres.