The the altimeter got to 12000 feet, Jack leveled the plane, engaged the autopilot, and laid back enjoying his cigarette. He took the star out of his briefcase, held it in his hands for some time, until his torpor was interrupted by MeXico:
- So, 5 hours until St.Pierre. I better arrange an airport for us to land and refuel.
- OK, try and keep us out of trouble. Who was the guy on that last transmission in Fort Simpson?
- Pierre, a big friend of mine.
- You are kind of big here in Canada!
- It's my country. - MeXico picked up a satellite phone, dialed some numbers and started:
- Dominike, it's MeXico, how are you? Listen, I need to land a Gulfstream in St. Pierre. Yes, in about 5 hours. Yes, OK, right... Yep, it's undercover. OK, so LFVP airport, and my codename is Dakota Charlie 995. Ok Dominike, thanks. Yes, I do need to refuel. Get the money from that account I spoke to you about. Take all the money, what ever remains after the payment is yours. - MeXico put down the phone and smiled.
- OK, so we got ourselves an airstrip to land and refuel. I'm gonna get some sleep. You should keep a look out for any planes that might come in our way.
- OK, don't worry I've got this.
- Here are the codes for landing. And the airstrip coordinates. - MeXico handed Jack a piece of paper with all the information Dominike had given him.
Jack spent the five hours smoking and drinking some whiskey. He was getting sleepy, so he plugged the earphones and heard some music:
- Well, got to land this baby on my own.
He started communications with the airport.
- LFVP, LFVP, this is aircraft Dakota Charlie 995. Requesting permission to land. Over. LFVP, LFVP, this is aircraft Dakota Charlie 995. Requesting permission to land. Over.
- Dakota Charlie, here control tower LFVP, please advise current speed and distance. Over.
- LFVP, currently cruising at 350 knots, with 50 miles distance from you. Over.
- Dakota Charlie, please stand by for instructions. Over.
Jack was getting impatient with the radio silence, when:
- Dakota Charlie, we've found you on the radar. You are clear to land. Maintain current altitude, and make the landing heading North. Be advised of snow on the runway. Please inform acknowledgment.Over.
- LFVP, acknowledge. Over and out.
Jack altered his course, and began the descent. It had been a long time since he had landed something, but the heavy training he had before proved to be sound, for he could still remember all the important procedures. Fifteen minutes after the first communication, he landed the plane on the runway. It was so smooth that MeXico didn't even wake up.
- Dakota Charlie, here LFVP, please taxi along to refueling station A2. Over.
- LFVP, roger. Over.
Jack didn't even have to get out of the plane. The ground force personnel fueled the plane. Meanwhile MeXico woke up. As he got to the cockpit, he picked up a glass and poured some whiskey for himself.
- I've got no idea who you called, but it worked. The tower gave us no problems what so ever. I didn't even have to leave the plane for refueling.
- Jack, Canada is my country. I know a lot of people who know a lot of people, who are in important positions.
- Cool, only problem is, we're leaving Canada...
- OK, so, I'll take the controls, you can catch some sleep.
- Listen, I never got to ask you? How much are we going to profit with this little stunt?
- The warlord is going to pay us around 30 million dollars.
- I would say it's a just price. Going for a sleep.
- Fine, see you later. The flight should take about 9 hours.
Jack walked out of the cockpit and drank the last sip of whiskey. On his left stood the Promethium and the toxins. He put his hand over the cargo:
- Let's hope this goes right.
He sat down in one of the first class seats, laid it completely horizontal. And fell asleep immediately. From a distance he could hear MeXico talking over the radio with the tower and the plane moving. The aircraft then came to a halt, and finally started gaining speed for takeoff. MeXico was screaming in the cockpit:
- Let's go baby, let's go!
- MeXico, hold this fucking shit steady... - Jack screamed from his seat.
- Take it easy man, I've got this under control.
The plane shook a bit just before takeoff. MeXico flew just like he drove, in a hectic way, but with everything under control. After they were airborne Jack fell asleep. The seat was pretty uncomfortable, but the sleep was replenishing.
Jack's nap was just interrupted when the satellite phone rang. From his seat, Jack saw Mexico pick it up and take it to his ear. The noise inside the plane and jacks sleepiness didn't make the conversation clear:
- Hello, yes. Oh, shit... OK fine. Yeah, it's enough. Ok... See you then.
Jack didn't take notice of the conversation. He thought it was just another mysterious person that MeXico would not talk about, and fell asleep again.
The perpetual dawn of Canada gave way to dusk, when Jack woke up. He stretched his arms and yawned as he woke up. Something wasn't right, he jumped out of his seat. A familiar noise inside the plane put him on alert, the noise of a landing being executed. He looked out the window. His face became pale. He could see small villages very near. The plane flaps were out, dragging the plane, so it could lose speed. He jumped over his seat, but with the hurry he fell over. He got up and ran into the cockpit.
- MeXico, are you OK?
MeXico was at the controls looking very calm. He raised his head to Jack and replied:
- Yeah man, I'm fine.
- Your fine? Why the fuck are we landing? We are only flying for seven hours.
While he asked the question, he looked at the plane's display. The image was a familiar rectangle.
- Portugal?
- Yep, we have to make a little stop in the south of Portugal.
- Have you gone completely insane? We have radioactive material, liters of toxins, and I'm a fucking fugitive.
- Well, for the record, I'm a fugitive as well.
- Fuck you! Listen, from what I can see, and remember, this part of Portugal does not have an airport for this plane.
- We are not landing on an airport!
Jack fell into his pilot seat, his mouth wide open, staring at MeXico.
- Where the fuck are we going to land this jet plane if not in a fucking airport?
- Dunno Jack, beats me. But Adrian placed some lights making a runway on a straight road.
Jack couldn't resist and had to laugh out loud with the stunt that they were going to pull.
- Ok, so you are going to land a jet plane, not on a runway, not at an airfield, but on a street?
- Yep, that's correct.
- And you are going to blindly trust someone to do it?
- Listen, I believe you have fallen from much higher...
- Yes, but I prepared for the crash, and didn't need the shuttle anymore. We still need this plane.
- Jack, I know we can do this! Trust me!
- OK. But if we do pull this one off. As soon as we stop I'm gonna punch you a fucking steady one.
- OK, deal! Now let's get this baby on the floor. Adrian doesn't like waiting.
- And who the fuck is he?
- It's not a he, it's a she!
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