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In the back office Tyler told me the plane I was to fly was already loaded up and gave me the flight plan. He said all the clearances have been made and that I was ready to go after the pre-flight checks were completed. The flight would take two hours to complete one way with one hour on the ground for unloading. Tyler said depending on scheduling I might have to make another quick trip upon my return. “So much for getting home on time,” I said. “Hey, it’s the nature of the business and like you said it’s a paying job,” replied Tyler. After the pre-flight checks were complete I got on board the plane and headed out. The path I was to fly was a bit of an unusual route, one that really did not go down any main corridors.
After about two hours in the sky I saw my intended destination. It was a run down factory that looked like it hadn’t been in use for a while. There were a few cars parked outside the building that I could see as I brought the plane in for a landing on the rough runway strip. The whole setup did not seem right from the get go. Just as I turned off the engine I saw a black van followed by two large trucks coming towards the plane. I exited the plane and waited from them to arrive.
The black van stopped by the plane and a few men exited. An individual who called himself Richie introduced himself to me and instructed his men to start unloading the plane. “You’re new, what happened to the other pilot?” inquired Richie. “Apparently he had some trouble with the FAA and they pulled his license” I replied. “It’s a good thing Valdero could find a replacement so quick, because my boss does not like to wait for his products” said Richie. I just looked at Richie and nodded in agreement. Valdero must be the boss Tyler was referring to.
“Are you hungry my friend?” asked Richie. “I brought my lunch with me so I should be fine” I replied. “Nonsense” said Richie “I insist you come and have lunch with me in the dining hall over there. It’s not five star restaurant mind you, but it has hot and decent food. Besides your plane will be fine here, my men will make sure nothing happens to it.” I nodded in acceptance and Richie motioned for me to go to the passenger side of his van.
It was a nice van, with a leather interior, upscale radio system, and even a TV in the back. “You like the van?” asked Richie. “Yeah, it looks pretty nice. Must have cost a fortune to customize it like this.” I replied. “Did not cost me a penny. My boss gave it to me for going the extra mile, for being the company man.” replied Richie with a smile. I just nodded and smiled as well. I remember thinking to myself I am still not sure what these guys do out here in the middle of nowhere with prototype parts. It does not involve manufacturing that is for sure. But I sure as hell don’t want to ask any questions, lest I jam myself up by asking too much. “Man this is jacked up, I did not sign up to ship mysterious product that could get me thrown into jail.” I thought to myself. Because it was starting to look as if that were exactly the case, I was flying drugs, money, guns or who knows what in order to help out the cartels. At that point I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that began to make me feel a tad nauseous.
As we were driving to the building I thought to myself about how I would tell me wife that I am flying stuff in and out of Mexico for drug dealers. She would flip out, that is for sure. Dipshit Tyler and his job offer. All these thoughts gave me a cold sweat even with the van’s AC blasting. “Just relax . . . you don’t know what is being shipped. Everything will be alright.” I tried to tell myself.
“You look like you have been walking in the Mexican desert rather than flying . . . here have a bottle of water to help cool off” Richie said as he handed me a cold bottle of water. I drank sparingly to not appear rude. I had a paranoia about the whole situation. Now that I made the delivery were they just going to whack me? Was the water poisoned? The paranoid thoughts were rushing through my mind a million miles an hour. “Man does this suck.” I thought to myself. We came to a stop at the back of the building. That back building wall was lined with a bunch of dark tinted glass windows. Richie told me to come on in.
Richie pressed a buzzer by the steel door at the back and waved up at the camera. Somebody from the inside opened the door and Richie lead us into an open area. In the middle were steel benches and table. “Have a seat my friend!” exclaimed Richie. He shouted back into the kitchen for someone to bring out some food. I continued to slowly sip my water having felt no ill effects from the drug I imagined was put into it. “Drink up my friend, its hot out there and we don’t want you dehydrated for your return flight home!” said Richie. Richie’s cell phone rang and he excused himself to take the call. A few minutes later a woman walked out of the kitchen and put plates of food in front of me and set one down for Richie across from me.
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