The business was a cross between a gas station and a pawn shop. It looked like a gas station, with pumps out front, hydraulics to lift cars in the bay, and all the attendant tools and fitting familiar to mechanics inside. But they also took in items on pawn, and these were on display everywhere, hoping for a potential customer to need and purchase.
Lisa and I had been here before, and that was why we were back. WE had pawned something a long time ago, and had nearly forgotten about it. No one was about, so we stepped inside to see if it was still there; it was. And there it was, no worse for wear, but showing its age to be sure. This was our flying saucer, and we had felt a real emptiness without her. She was not the biggest or the best– she would not even get us out of the atmosphere– but she was ours, and we suffered that attachment.
We pressed forward, and entered our craft. As we took it all back in again, it was all too good to be true. “There is no way they kept the battery charged,” Lisa said as he ran her hands over the control panel.
“There is only one way to find out,” I replied. I reached up to the starter button above my head. I pressed, and there was no reaction. I pressed harder, and I heard the motors start to groan in response. The whine of the starter increased, and we could feel the outer skin starting to move, to rotate around the vessel. We began to tremble, but only slightly.
The machine was now under its own power, and I could let up on the starter. The sharp quivers of the start-up faded away into a smooth, soothing hum as the main motors came online. Lisa was already in the captain’s chair, ready to fly us out. And perhaps that was a little dishonest, taking our ship like this. But there was no one to check out with. And it was part of our original deal here.… we had not pawned our flying saucer, just sort of lent it to him.
The door to the back of the garage was up, and Lisa guided us out that way. We flew higher, and settled on top of the larger building next door. From there we watched as the owner returned. I went down to meet him.
“I see you came back for your fly thingy,” he said. I assured him we had, as it was something Lisa and I both wanted back. I looked around, and I mentioned to him that most of his normal stock seemed to be missing. “Yup,” he continued. “I am selling the place, so I am cleaning it all out. The want the building… and they sure do want your flying saucer.”
So we made a deal with him. We would bring the flying saucer back, and park it in the garage.… but we would get it back after the sale of his property. It was a little sneaky, but all above board. In the meantime, he gave us a small car, an Izusu, to drive.