Drake:
"Get in," Hans Gruber directed, opening the hatch. Inside were ropes, netting, and a soft hissing sound. He reached out to pat a huge snake coiled around a support beam, and then showed Brother Clary the cockpit. "You can be co-pilot," the Hun smiled, apparently a rare event, "God iss my co-pilot mostly, He will not mind."
Hoping that for Gruber "God" was not the snake that the pilot had showed affection for earlier, Brother Clary sat down. This was to be his first flight, but he did not want to let his apprehension show. He was very uncomfortable with the pesence of the snake, and he had hoped to find somewhere in the Bible a verse that said something to the effect of "thou shalt not suffer a snake to live." Unfortunately there was none.
Drake:
The seaplane taxied out onto the water, and the engine roared, pulling it out onto the ocean and then up into the night sky. Gruber was whistling cheerfully, and flying with insolent ease.
As the plane rose into the air, the preacher man prayed very sincerely that when Jesus said "Lo, I am with you always..." He didn't mean *Low*. He tried to mask his discomfort with a little bit of conversation.
"I know you told me that your rank was Lieutenant, but this is your ship, and you're the captain of it, so if'n you don't mind, I'd like to call you Captain. How long you been flyin'?"
"That's quite an interestin' pet you got there," he said, referring to the snake.
"What brought you to this corner of the world?"
These were all questions the good brother hoped would not be offensive, nor too prying, espcially with him being so far up into the air.