SOMETIME IN THE PAST, SOMEWHERE ELSE
Sonny Ayala was finally allowed to remove huge Polynesian Tribal Tiki Mask and all the blindfolds that were underneath it. Putting everything on the the table that was next to him, Sonny took a look at the mask and wondered why he had to even wear the stuff. Then turning his head towards the half lit corner of the room, Sonny noticed a small figure standing there and looking out the window so that its back was turned to him. The figure had bat-like wings and ears and Sonny wondered what in the heavens was going on here. The the figure spoke.
"Sonny Ayala, I presume."
"Si. Who want's to know?"
"I heard you're a pilot," said the figure, still looking out the corner window and not bothering to answer Sonny's question.
"Yes, I am."
"Are you a good pilot?" Asked the still mysterious figure.
"I'm a really good pilot," said Sonny, matter-of-factly.
"Of course you are, Sonny. Look at the papers on the table."
Sonny looked, and for the first time noticed a fat dossier that said "Sonny Ayala, Pilot" written in bold red letters diagonally across. Sonny approached it, opened it, and browsed the loose pages inside it. After a minute or two, Sonny stopped and said, "it's almost everything about it me. Why"
"Not almost. Everything."
"Why?"
"I have a job for you, if you are interested."
"I see. Well, let's just say it right here and now. If it's anything illegal or immoral, I having nothing to do with it."
"That's what I expected to hear from the Sonny Ayala in that dossier."