Toy Story 2 Airport の小説・ストーリー

Thomas got into the car after her. However, the car did not go to the airport directly. It made a U-turn and drove into the freeway that led to Glanchester City. Sylvia frowned. It was as though Thomas was able to read Sylvia’s expression. He said with a smile, “We’re leaving from Glanchester City’s airport.” Glanchester City’s airport? They were right in front of Westchester City’s airport and yet he decided to leave from Glanchester City’s airport?

Nico tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the leather creaking. "And then, I will walk up the stairs." "And kill him?" "Eventually," Nico said. "But first, we are going to have a family reunion." We took the exit for Teterboro. The airport was a playground for the rich, with private jets, corporate charters, and no TSA lines to slow down the escape. Nico navigated the perimeter road, bypassing the main terminal entrance. He pulled up to a chain-link gate with a keypad. He didn’t roll down the window, the gate opened as we approached.

Chapter 66 Tessa Ford ~•~ As I stepped out of the airport, the cool New York breeze grazed my skin. I exhaled sharply as I looked around the environment. The air still smelled the same. Everywhere still looked the same. A few minutes later, our ride arrived. The driver helped us with our luggage and soon enough, we were on our way to our hotel. “Mama, New York is so beautiful,” Raven said as she looked out of the window. “No wonder Jack loves it here so much.”

"There's also the business relationship but also that,” "Wow, I'm awestruck.” *End of flashback* They arrived at the airport, the place looking quiet and empty except for a plane in the middle of the airstrip, "Wow, this looks big,” Alva gasped in a low tone. "It is owned by Jaxon's father,” She glanced at Silas, who had whispered in her ear, “He has a private airport?” “Yup, how do you like it?” "It's huge,” "Yeah… I quite agree,”

The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the tarmac of Harborview International Airport, bathing the place in a warm, almost surreal glow. The buzz of travelers and the distant roar of jet engines filled the air as James rushed through the airport entrance, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and determination. He had neglected something precious, something he thought he didn't need, and now he realized he couldn't bear to be without her.

If I am a child, I would surely believe that it was made with magic or so' Oliver thought to himself as they went out of that place. That looks like an elevator. They were welcomed with the scenery of the water place where the Airplane would fly off. Yes indeed they were in an airport, but unlike any other airports, it was near a beach. If I remember correctly, this is the same place where those three, I mean those four, Noah, Anna and Herald would be using for their travel. Just a while ago, they did ask about the place where those two kids are when they were lost. It would take hours to get there but in such a short span of time, they made it in here. That is much faster than what it usual

Then, she drove her car away from the Airport. – THE END –

Jo rests her head on my shoulder while drawing circles on her leg, looking out of the window. She's deep in thought, probably trying to figure out the trouble we'll face in New York. I have to say that I am dreading it. When we arrive at the private airport, I spot the jet ready for us and Jo smiles as she watches me get out of the car and get things rolling for us. The small security area gets us through quickly, and Jo looks like she just saw a ghost. “Are you okay?” I ask and she nods as she looks at the Ashford private jet. “That’s the family jet, and we have a company one,” I tell her and she looks at me confused and then looks at the jet again while the staff pulls our things behind us

Chapter 101: Summer Sunlight glinted through the first-class window of the 777, momentarily blinding Shasta Pyke as the oversized tin can banked towards the west on its final approach to Toronto Pearson International Airport. She frowned, lowering her tortoise shell Prada cat eye sunglasses, then pulled down the shade out of spite. She had no desire to see Toronto. It wasn't her final destination anyway. She huffed and glanced to her right. Eddie grinned at her like a used car salesman at a discount lot. "How ya doin', kiddo?"

A' And that was enough to bring that smile on my face that had long since disappeared. The airport looked more like a shopping mall. The tiles under the floor gleamed white and people were milling around everywhere.There were two glass elevators leading to an appearance of a food court. Some stairs lead up to a viewing deck where eager children watched the airplanes take off and land. There were plasma screens of arrival and departure times on the wall of airport. I stood near the arrivals at terminal three while eating my nachos. There were a lot of different faces to see, some were excited while some were sad, when suddenly a whole lot of security gathered around, pushing everyone aside.