Part 15

Part 15

Two hours into our flight, Rhonda has gotten sick at least four or five times. I walked to the back to check on her; Elsey, her new BFF stops me to make sure that I was aware that I was the reason she’s going through this, and that I’m not welcome. I push her to the side and started rubbing Rhonda’s back.

“I looked around and found a warm Ginger Ale, I hope this settles your stomach until we can get you to a Doctor.”

“I don’t need a Doctor and I don’t need you touching me.” Rhonda said between her getting sick and stuffing her head in the bucket.

I left the can soda near her and walked to the cockpit to see if they needed help with anything. Steffanie asked me to find another private landing strip so we can refuel. Within seconds it seemed like, there were flashing lights from a runway about 20 miles southeast from where we were located, placing that landing strip right outside of Shubuta Mississippi.

“I know it looks like we’re taking the wrong route but, if we want to stay out of view of the government, we have to stay outside the line of the commercial flights. Otherwise we’ll have to check in and give them our information.” Rhonda mentioned

“I figured that much, you’re doing a great job keeping this bird in the air.” I replied
“Don’t thank me, thank your wife. She’s the one that got us up and going.” Rhonda stated, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

At first I thought nothing about that side-eyed comment, until I took my seat and buckled down for the landing. It seems obvious that everyone knows something about my marriage that I don’t. I guess the saying is right, men don’t recognize shit if it’s not tits and ass because I sure as hell thought we got pass the one issue we had; I guess we didn’t. I could feel the plane descending and within minutes we were landing on the strip, and everyone was excited to get out and get some fresh air. There was something in me during flight that wanted to shoot out a damn windows after the first hour because good grief, that bucket of vomit in the rear of the plane was a killer. There’s no air conditioning and no ventilation, therefore it’s hot and stunk like a whore house in the ghetto. No one was ready for that type of travel time. I was the first at the door with my bag strapped to my back. As soon as it opened, I didn’t wait for the ladder to get all the way to the door, before I took a leap and tumbled down the steps making a huge fool of myself and spraining my ankle on the way down. After being on a vomit plane for two hours, I’m willing to break a leg to get some fresh air.

“Can you fill it up please Sir.” I said handing him a little over $10,000.00.

We need to keep a low profile, so some of that was for gas and the rest was what we call, hush money. The guy didn’t say a word, he pulled the tank over and started fueling right away. I asked where the bathroom was located and he pointed behind the hanger. I took my time, checking out the area, making sure there wasn’t anyone hiding in the bushes. The last thing I need is to be caught with my pants down, literally. I get to the outhouse, lock myself in and handle my business. The relief of clearing my bladder was the more happiest moment I’ve had since that large slice of deer meat last night. I heard the plane’s engine turn on; I finished pissing, stuffed my manhood in, and was zipping up my pants trying to get out the door. By the time I reached the front of the hanger, the plane was rolling down the strip.

“What the fuck just happened?” I yelled to the guy that fueled the plane.

“The pregnant girl said to leave you here, so they ummmm. They left you here.”

Amazed at my life right now, even this fucker that we don’t know knows she’s pregnant. Pacing back and forth trying to come up with another plan, I stopped and unstrapped my bag. Looking inside I see the Unicorn File, the information to get to the Cancade’s Estate in the Cayman Islands, and a large amount of money. So I stood there asking myself, where in the hell are they going?