Airwars E-Book

Mario Lee

• Herausgeber: BooxAi
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Mario Lee is a 63-year-old fiction author from California. He resides now in Las Vegas with his loving wife. When not writing, Mario enjoys golfing and spending time with his family. He developed a passion for aviation at the age of 35 and took his flight lessons in CA, realizing the importance of having an instructor. Currently, he is excitedly working on his upcoming action-packed novel featuring an American spy.
 
Teams are preparing for the upcoming air race in Saudi Arabia. Participants discuss their strategies, flight plans, and concerns about security and detection. They also talk about the challenging race course and the need for safety measures. The event is well organized, with advanced audio and video streaming networks and strict rules to prevent cheating. The atmosphere is festive, with parties and live performances. The owners and pilots are introduced, and preparations are made for the race.

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Mario Lee

AIRWARS

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ISBN: 978-965-578-885-3

AIRWARS

THE RICH AND FAMOUS

MARIO LEE

Down in the beautiful city of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, Dexter (Boomer) Cruise, a handsome 27-year-old with blond hair and a height of about 6.1, is lying in bed with a beautiful young lady he met a few years ago when he lived in Mexico. Boomer, a retired ex-pilot in the United States Navy, gets a call on his cell phone.

Boomer: “Hello.”

(The call is coming from a small airport where his aircraft is in a hangar. Miguel, the airfield operations manager, reminds him that his window for departure is closing, and he needs to get to the airport right now. Boomer tells Miguel he is on his way and hangs up the phone. The beautiful lady in bed never moved. The hotel room is a mess. Boomer puts on his pants and hops around the room like a crazy man. Finally, the girl wakes up.)

Girl in bed: “Boomer, where are you going?”

Boomer: “Got to go, baby.”

She turns back over and goes back to sleep. He runs out the door and jumps into an old jeep owned by Miguel. Boomer is now speeding down curvy roads in Puerto Vallarta. He makes it to the gates at the small airport, passes the gate, waves to the guard, and approaches the Gulfstream 550, a beautiful sleek bright white aircraft. The airfield crew are fueling the jet.

Boomer: “Miguel, are we ready?”

Miguel is a bit upset. Miguel and Boomer met five years ago in Cancun. Miguel worked at the airport when Boomer almost ran out of fuel. He landed at the airport where Miguel was the facilities manager, but Boomer did not have enough money for fuel to continue the flight. Boomer was in an illegal air race at the time and had to get back up in the air to stay in the high stakes race. So, Miguel trusted Boomer and helped him fuel up. They have been friends since that moment.

Boomer runs onto the plane. Miguel has already completed a flight check. Boomer puts on his white shirt, black pants, and black shoes, then takes the pilot seat. He's piloting a thirty-five million dollar aircraft, his employer's jet, which Boomer sometimes uses for personal fun. Running late, he needs to get to a private airport in San Diego in less than two hours. Trusting Miguel's flight checklist, he starts engine one, then taxis to the runway, and starts engine two as he lines up. There's no tower to approve takeoff. He checks his radar for any aircraft in his flight path and radios Miguel to thank him and mention the two thousand dollars cash he left in the jeep's glove compartment for him and the crew. Boomer initiates a full power takeoff. This jet, less than a year old, is pushed to its limits by Boomer, who tested aircraft for Learjet aerospace manufacturer for two years. The jet climbs to twenty thousand feet. Boomer needs to return to the states undetected before his boss arrives at the airport. His buddy Jason is running the tower today in San Diego. Boomer, now pushing over 500 miles per hour, makes a quick call to Jason.

Boomer: “Hey man, it's Boomer.”

Jason: “Where are you?”

Boomer: “Heading back right now. Here's my position.”

Jason: “You are crazy, Boomer. All this for some girl. I have the weather and traffic update. Traffic is light, weather is great, and Buzz Saw is working at the Air Force tower in San Diego.”

Boomer: “What happened to Skip?”

Jason: “Buzz-saw made a bet with some people you would never make it, so he wanted to see this first-hand on the radar.”

(Buzz-saw and Boomer had a fallout over a girl last year, but Buzz-saw is still on the team.)

Jason: “Do it now.”

They both hang up. Boomer tightens his harness and crosses his heart, increasing his speed to 575 miles per hour. The jet, rumored to have the speed of sound capability, ascends to forty-five thousand feet, moving at 625 miles per hour, evading radar detection. Boomer, confident about outpacing the Mexican air force, plans his next tricky move. He's made up time to his planned ETA and starts a sharp drop, aiming to level out at the right altitude just before reaching the United States. Boomer, an ice-cold pilot with naval flying experience, is like a rocket darting down towards his target, five miles off the coast. He must level out at 400 miles per hour. One miscalculation could result in a crash into the Pacific Ocean. The ocean blue approaches fast as he descends to 6,000 feet, then levels out at 5,000 feet, rapidly approaching the US coastline.

At the Air Force base tower in San Diego, Buzz Saw is intently watching the radar for any signs of activity. Meanwhile, Boomer is reaching his critical point of approach. He skillfully manages to reach 4000 feet at 300 miles per hour, undetected by Buzz Saw. As he approaches the coast, Jason contacts him via radio.

Jason: (On the radio) "Good flying, buddy."

Boomer knows he'll be visible on all radars now, so he slows down and starts his landing checklist. He's about 10 minutes from the private airport in Mira Mesa, CA. His boss will arrive in less than an hour, and Jason provides Boomer with the landing approach information. From the tower, Jason watches as Boomer makes his landing and taxis the plane over to the hangar where other corporate jets are parked. Billy waits for the door to open.

Billy: (Greeting Boomer as the door opens) "You are one crazy son of a bitch. I made 200 dollars on that bet. Thanks, Boomer."

Boomer: (Giving Billy a high five) “Get this bird ready, man. I have a short window to get back in the air.”

Billy: “I got you, buddy.”

Boomer is in San Diego, getting a flight ready for Lady Contessa. 

Billy starts the fueling process, Cindy the flight attendant shows up as well, she is a sexy brunet, with long legs and a great body build, Cindy has flown with Boomer for the last two years, she starts to get the jet cabin in order, Boomer runs into the private airport pilots bathroom for a quick shave, and puts on his captains jacket and hat, then runs back to the plane, as soon as his feet hit the planes door the limousine arrives, it is Contessa Buchanan, a rich lady that was born into oil money. She really likes Boomer. He has been her trusted pilot for years. Contessa waits for the driver to open the door, and she departs the vehicle with these lovely Poodles and her executive assistant Mercedes King, Mrs. King is a middle-aged African American lady who handles all of Contessa's business, they have been together for over five years and she acts like she hates Boomer, but she knows he is the best pilot they ever had, they have this love-hate approach to each other, Contessa and company approach the plane, Lady Contessa is 57 years old, she is very well built for her age, lots of bodywork over the years, Cindy greets them as they enter the plane.

Cindy: (Greeting them) “Hello Ms. Contessa, I hope you enjoyed your stay in San Diego.”

Contessa: “Hello Cindy, you look so lovely. I cannot wait to go see my brother waiting for us in the Bahamas.”

Cindy: “Everything is ready for you in the cabin.”

The party finally settled down in the cabin. Cindy knows what everyone likes even the Poodles. Boomer leaves the cockpit and heads into the cabin to give Lady Contessa flight time.

Boomer is cleared for takeoff, he checks the radar for aircraft in the area, Boomer starts engine one, and waits for it to be fully cycled, he signals to the ground team he is ready to taxi, and they wave to him as he starts toward the runway, he starts engine 2 and he is fully powered and ready for take-off, he pushes the throttles to power the engines while holding the breaks, the aircraft is now heading down the runway, he pulls back on the yoke, they are now airborne on their way to the Bahamas.

Over the Atlantic with the Virgin Atlantic 747 pilots talking about the upcoming Airwars.

Flying over the Atlantic, Captain William Thomas in a Virgin Atlantic 747 headed for France. He asked co-captain Joe Davis about the air wars race coming up soon. Davis said he had not heard much, only that the Arabs got a new pilot, some Russian guy, who flew for Vladimir Putin as his personal pilot. They said he had good skills. Captain William asked about Cowboy. Cowboy is a middle-aged Gulf War pilot working down in Texas flying small private planes for oil rig workers.

Davis: “I heard some rumors he might fly for some Rich Texan. I wonder about Boomer. He has been lying low since he got into that drug cartel situation down in South America.”

Captain Thomas: “Let's give him a call.”

Boomer gets a call from the pilots crossing the Atlantic flying a 747.

Boomer got a call on his satellite phone

Boomer: (Answering the call) “Who in hell is calling me?”

Voice on Phone: “Captain Davis is calling.”

Boomer: “Hi Davis. Where is that broken-down pilot you fly with these days?”

Voice on Phone: “He actually can hear you.”

Captain Williams: (Interjecting) “Who are you calling a broken-down pilot? How the heck are you, buddy?”

Boomer: “Right now, I am taking my boss down to the Bahamas for a week. This G-Jet is amazing. What are you two doing, still in that big flying elephant?”

Captain Williams: “We are on the way to France. We just wanted to know about the air wars this year. We heard some big money is on the line. Is it true the winner walks away with twenty-five million?”

Boomer: “No, man, it is $60 million. Right now, it is a fifteen million dollar entrance fee. I know you two are not interested. Your wives will kill each of you.”

Williams: “You're right about that. We just wanted to know how to schedule. We must be at the parties.”

Boomer: “Well, guys, it's been fun talking. Stay in touch.”

William: “Hold on, Boomer. Are you racing?”

Boomer: “Got to go, guys.”

Captain Williams: “He is racing for sure.”

Captain Davis: “You can bet on that, man.”

Outside Los Angeles at an old airfield.

Outside Los Angeles at an old airfield owned by James (Jetman) Johnson, a retired Vietnam pilot, Jetman is standing in front of his hangar watching an old Lear- jet land on the short runway, it is being piloted by a young lady named Shori Johnson daughter of Jetman, she lifted this jet early this morning with Dee Williams her father's shop assistant out of the Mohave desert boneyard. This jet has been sitting there for seven years, and it is in perfect condition for the plane that is needed in the upcoming Airwars, Shori is a lovely 25-year-old who looks like a model, but she only loves to fly jets. Jetman flagged her into the hangar.

Jetman: “How did it go?”

Shori: “Just like a charm, Dad. Me and Dee started at 3 AM this morning. Fat Jimmy was working security. I brought him some food, and he was good. We went over to the 33rd row, and there it was, just like you said. How in the world did you know that plane was there and that it would start right up after we hooked up the aircraft power unit?”

Jetman: “I had to pick up that plane two years ago in a bankruptcy sale. I parked it way back where it was out of sight. She flew well, right?”

Shori: “Yes, Dad, we were flight-ready in two hours. She cranked right up. Dad, I flew around the Air Force base, just like you said to do, at low levels all the way. We never got above 4000 feet. She is an amazing machine. Thanks for teaching me how to fly a Lear. What is this all about?”

Jetman: “Honey, we are putting together the fastest non-military jet in the world for the upcoming Airwars.”

Shori: “Dad, you’re kidding, right? Five years ago, didn’t most countries make this an illegal race, and anyone involved would be prosecuted?”

Jetman: “All racing non-regulated in every form is illegal. This is for the true air gods. It brings out the best pilots in the world. They have not announced where the race will be hosted out of for the race, so we will have to be prepared."

Shori: "Who will be the pilot?"

Jetman: "Remember Boomer?"

Shori: "Yes, I remember Boomer."

Unbeknownst to Shori's dad, Boomer and Shori had a past encounter, so the news of him piloting the jet stirs mixed feelings in her. Meanwhile, Dee Williams, who had been helping with the jet, speaks up.

Dee Williams: “Jetman, do you want me to start gutting the plane?”

Jetman: “Yes, Dee, be very careful. Close the hangar doors.”

Russian Yuri Novikov, the billionaire needs a pilot for the upcoming air wars.

There is an argument coming from the office of Yuri, a self-proclaimed billionaire, he is a big player in the Russian mafia, and he just found out that his pilot is going for more money to fly for the Arabs, he is very mad, they are now in real bad shape for the upcoming races, it is only a few pilots in the world that can handle this race, the last two races lost five good pilots due to engine failure, running out of fuel, a few of them got shot at on the ground while refueling in Africa, some of the competitors had guided missiles targeted at their planes. This is only a race for the most experienced pilots in the world.

Yuri: (To his aide) “Get Simon Creova.”

Aide: “He is in prison, Yuri.”

Yuri: “So what? I want him out. We need to get ready for the race. Time is running out.”

Aide: “You know he is in prison for having the most drugs flown all over Russia.”

Yuri: “Time served. Pay whoever you have to pay. Get him out now, dammit.”

Aide: “Yes, Yuri.”

Lady Contessa’s flight arrived in the Bahamas.

Boomer touches down in the Bahamas with Lady Contessa. After ensuring the aircraft is shut down properly, he heads back into the cabin.

Boomer: “Did you enjoy your flight, Lady Contessa?”

Lady Contessa: “Yes, Dexter, it was a delightful flight. Come on, Mercedes, let's get my babies into the car. I know they are tired.”

Boomer escorts her to the waiting car. As she leaves, she looks back at him.

Lady Contessa: “Keep my jet out of Mexico, you silly boy.”

Boomer, left to ponder her words, talks to himself.

Boomer: (To himself) “Wow, how did she know? Oh well, does everyone know about that trip?”

As Boomer hands over the jet to the airfield team, Willie Jones, his African American buddy from their time flying in the Gulf, shouts across the massive hangar.

Boomer: “Hey, Jughead, my man! How have you been?”

Jughead (Willie Jones): “Good to see you, Boomer. What are you doing here in the Bahamas?”

Boomer: “I just brought my boss down for the week.”

Jughead: “Wow, is that your boss's aircraft? That is a sweet ride, man. Show me around.”

Boomer shows him the latest avionics on the aircraft, and then the luxurious cabin. Jughead is impressed.

Jughead: “Very nice. I want to be like you when I grow up.”

They walk together.

Boomer: “What are you doing down here, man?”

Jughead: “I came down after a year in the private sector. Couldn't put anything together, but now I got this gig. They were looking for coastal pilots to fly those twin jobs back and forth from Miami. It's a living.”

Boomer: “Look, buddy, I might need you for a big project I have in place. I will need a few copilots. This is not a job, only a big bonus if the job gets completed.”

Willie: “I heard rumors about you and some Colombian problems.”

Boomer: “No, Willie, it was not Colombians. Actually, the Colombians helped save my life. That's all behind me now, Willie. This is all I can talk about right now. Think about it. Here's my card, use it. This could change your life.”

Jughead: “OK, man.”

Saudi Prince Abdullah receives his new jet for the air race.

On an airfield in Saudi Arabia sits one of the most expensive collections of jets in the world, they are owned by Prince Abdullah, he is related to the king, and all his money goes into gambling, cars, and Jets, Prince Abdullah is the guy every rich Arab calls on to do their dirty work, he has contacts all over the world and underworld types, he knows them all, they say he is a black sheep of the family, but they use him from the king on down, he is an attractive man, always travel with five or more wives. Prince Abdullah is just arriving to see his new Gulf Stream jet land. It was built just for him, and there is no production G number on this jet. The Prince gets out of a Bentley limousine, he joins some other Saudis under this tent with beautiful young ladies and a full refreshment set up, you can see at a far distance in the air, piloting the aircraft is Pete (falcon) Patcussi a European who is flying the new jet, there suppose to be another Saudi Prince in the race, he had a Russian pilot setup to fly for them. The team backed out of the race at the last minute. Pilot Patcussi use to fly for the British Air-force, he is one of the top pilots in the world, at a distance you could hear the jet coming, everyone stood up, and the pilot was talking with the ground team, you could hear it over the speakers.

Prince Abdullah: (To the ground team) “Tell the pilot to fly over, then circle and land.”

Prince Abdullah, being a pilot himself, watches the jet keenly as it makes its approach. The jet finally lands and taxis right in front of the tent. As everyone gets up to see the jet, a sleek silver machine, one of the men calls out.

Man: “Abdullah, you have been ripped off. Come see.”

Prince Abdullah: “I know it's OK. I ordered it stripped down. This is for the air wars coming up. It was specially designed for us to be the fastest nonmilitary jet on earth.”

Abdullah then turns to address the ground team.

Prince Abdullah: “Get the bird in the cage and go to work.”

Jetman received a call in Barstow, California from Boomer.

Boomer: “How are you, partner?”

Jetman: “Don't partner me, the eagle has landed. When are you landing? We have a lot to talk about.”

Boomer: “Don't worry so much, I am in the Bahamas right now. I will see you in a few days.”

Jetman: “OK Boomer, see you in a few days.”

They both hung up. Jetman, speaking to himself, reflects on the situation.

Jetman: (To himself) “This is crazy.”

Shori, overhearing the conversation, approaches her father.

Shori: “Who was that on the phone, Dad?”

Jetman: “It was Boomer. He will be arriving in a few days. Let's get to work.”

Shori: “Dad, why are we using this old jet?”

Jetman: “The metal alone makes it a heavy-duty aircraft. This is why they stopped production on this model. Daughter, that is the reason for this jet, and the price is right. It has been sitting in the boneyard field for 7 years. The bank probably wrote it off a long time ago. This project needs good metal to handle the stress load we will encounter in the race.”

Shori: “OK Dad, you’re the expert. So when will Boomer arrive?”

Jetman: “Soon I hope. This kid has a lot going on. Make sure Dee locks the hangar doors. We have to keep tight security.”

Jetman then glances at the office desk.

Jetman: “These are the new papers we will be flying under. Make sure all the numbers are changed to match this paperwork. We're supposed to have a storm tonight. It should be real quiet on our airfield.”

Shori: “OK Dad.”

The Colombian cartel need a pilot.

In a small town in Bogota Colombia, there is a group of cartel men talking about their chances to win the air wars, they have a Gulf Stream jet, and Swain Air is customizing the jet for the race for the Colombians, the company is out of the United Kingdom, Swain manufactured aircraft are not as fast as the Gulfstream jets, but Swain manufactured aircraft are easier to maneuver around mountains and low-level flying. They will make this Gulfstream function with the same capabilities as the Swain airplanes, but the Colombians still need a pilot, someone in the room said.

Unidentified Person: “What about Boomer?”

Patron (The Leader): “He owes us a favor. Get in touch with him, Juan.”

Juan: “Sure boss!”

Boomer saw a friend named Chris at the hotel.

Boomer is about to enter his hotel room when he hears a woman's voice echoing down the hall. It belongs to Crystal Bell, a lovely redhead from Louisiana.

Crystal Bell: “Boomer, I heard you were in town. How are you?”

Boomer: “Hello, baby, what are you doing here?”

Crystal Bell: “I flew in with the Vanderbilts. They are a rich family from the Hamptons.”

Crystal is known to be a flight attendant on a privately owned aircraft.

Boomer: “That’s a cool gig. Why don’t you join me later for cocktails?”

Crystal Bell: “OK, Boomer!”

As she walks down the hall, Crystal looks back to see if Boomer is watching. He is indeed, admiring her lovely body.

The Colombians call Boomer on the phone.

(Boomer enters his room, turns on the TV, and opens the curtains to a wonderful view of the ocean. The phone rings, it is Juan, one of the Colombian cartel members.)

Boomer: “Hello, Juan!”

Juan: “Hey buddy, are you available to come down to Colombia to meet with Patron this week?”

Boomer: “Sorry buddy, I am flying my boss around for the next few weeks.”

Juan: “This could be very profitable. You need to talk to El Patron.”

Boomer: “Let me get back to you in a day or so.”

Juan: “OK, Boomer.”

They both hung up.

Boomer calls Jetman in Barstow, checking on the status of the plane.

Boomer calls his phone number and Jetman answers.

Boomer: “How is everything going?”

Jetman: “You can hear all the noise in the background. The plane is almost gutted out. I want to remind you that this plane still needs two engines.”

Boomer: “I have the engines under control, they will arrive soon.”

Jetman: “I hope you are right, Boomer. These engines must fit correctly.”

Boomer: “It is being handled.”

Jetman: “By the way, there are rumors that you’re going to fly for the Colombians.”

Boomer: “That explains why Juan called and asked me to come to Colombia.”

Jetman: “Boomer, don't fuck with those Colombians again. Remember what happened a few years ago?”

Boomer: “I know, this could get tricky. Keep getting the jet ready, and don't forget those added fuel tanks must be equally balanced. Additional fuel will be the key to winning this race. I will call you later, Jetman.”

Jetman: “OK, Boomer!”

GE engines are being sent to a secret location.

In Seattle Washington, a division of GE, these are top secret new engines made by General Electric, they are the packed engines headed to a secret location, rumors say they are for a new Gulf Steam Jet, Boomer wants those engines, according to his friend Bob Allison, Bob is an old buddy from the navy that works for GE as an aviation engineer, Bob told Boomer those engines are so advanced, they could be the fastest engines built for a private aircraft on earth. They have four of these engines. The two that are ready for shipment on the dock have been tested. The other two were just completed, and no one knows who are the buyers except for a few executives. Boomer wants those already-tested engines.

Boomer calls Bob.

Boomer: “Hello man, how is our plan coming?”

Bob: “It is going to be very difficult to move these engines out. There are so many top executives' eyes on this project.”

Boomer: “We have to get these engines before they are shipped. We don't know if the buyers are one of the race team owners like the Saudis, the Colombians, or that fat Texan. We just don't know. I want to get this done tonight.”

Bob: “You're crazy tonight.”

Boomer: “There is a team already in position. Remember, Helo-Joe and his team are familiar with the GE plant. All you have to do is get those two crates in the center court.”

Bob: “This could send us to jail, Boomer.”

Boomer: “That is only if we get caught. Let's get this done, man. Everything is ready.”

Bob: “OK, Boomer.”

They both hang up. Bob, feeling the weight of the situation, puts his hands over his face and wonders why he got involved in this madness.

At a large home in Las Vegas owned by world gambler Paul Carrion.

At a large mansion in Las Vegas Nevada, there is a who’s who party going on right now, the party has been going on for two days straight, and the owner of this very large home is a big-time gambler who bets on everything, his name is Paul Carrion, he comes from an Italian European family history that migrated to the United States from Sicily during world war two, he is taking bets on the air wars coming up real soon, he is partnering with this gentleman name Sir Charles, he as well is a European gambler from London, both of them are working on a date, time and start location for this years race, they need to get this to the team owners real soon, so they can start making their arrangements. Sir Charles put together the last two races himself, this year he took on a partner, and between the both of them, they will have one of the largest betting pools in the history of these air races. They believe they will get every major gambler across the globe to put down wagers, this year Sir Charles is working with a group that will set up each jet with cameras and GPS tracking, they will stream this broadcast on their private network for the first time to all the betting parlors and device users that are cleared to view on the network.

Gambler Carrion calls Sir Charles on the phone to review the race status.

Paul Carrion gives Sir Charles a call. Sir Charles answers the phone.

Carrion: “Hello partner.”

Sir Charles: “Partner, things are looking grand from my end. I have already received thirty large commitments from big gamblers. How are you coming with your people?”

Carrion: “Not too shabby. I have nineteen commitments amounting to thirty-two million US dollars, and the phone continues to ring. They all want the pilot names and who the team owners are. Then more of them will secure their bets.”

Sir Charles: “My customers are asking the same question. Time is running out. This race must get started before the rainy season starts in Africa.”

Carrion: “Sir Charles, are you done with the race course outline?”

Sir Charles: “It is almost complete. Kerry Kramp, our aviation analyst, is adding some interesting coordinates this year to the route. The race at this point could take 96 hours to complete, and refueling will have to be done at least five or more times. The goal is to have the jets visible at different checkpoints and with the new added cameras streaming and GPS showing for our customer's entertainment. This could be the biggest race purse ever put together in the history of organized gambling for a private venture. By the way, what are you hearing in Vegas?”

Carrion: “Nothing much yet. This race will hurt those casinos for those days. We need to have cyber security in place as we get closer to the race.”

Sir Charles: “I agree, but I must get off now. More calls to make, stay in touch partner.”

They both hang up.

Boomer calls Paul Carrion asking about the status of the race

As soon as Paul hangs up, the phone rings. It is Boomer calling.

Boomer: “Hello Paul, how is the race coming?”

Paul: “Bets are good. They just want to know who the pilots and owner participants are. And how are you coming with your plane?”

Boomer: “Right on track, Paul. We got that Lear that was sitting in the Mohave boneyard. It is in great condition. Jetman is working on it right now. This is the only plane that can handle those new engines. The metal on the Lear is tough and has perfect lines. The new engines will fit perfectly.”

Paul: “How do you know they will fit?”

Boomer: “Trust me, I have a friend who has already retrofitted the mounts to the engines. These engines are so new that not even the project team can notice the additions. We have a short window to grab these engines tonight. Everything is being arranged right now.”

Paul: “I don't want to know anymore. I have your money to spot you in the race. Don't let me down, young man, this is a lot of money.”

Boomer: “I know that, Paul. I have been putting this purse together for three years. I just need you to get me over the top. I was prepared for ten million, but now the entrance fee is fifteen million.”

Paul: “Don't worry about it. We are going to make so much money between bets, it won't even matter. Oh yes, Boomer, there are rumors about you flying for the Colombians. Be careful.”

Boomer: “I know, Paul. I will deal with them in the morning. I have to go, Paul. Talk to you soon.”

On a private airfield in Seattle, Washington, Helo-Joe is getting his team ready for abstraction.

In Seattle in an airfield hangar, Helo-Joe and his team are getting the mission ready to get those engines. Helo-Joe walks over to a man called Isaac. He is an ex-military helicopter pilot. He and another pilot will chopper with two helicopters retrofitted to capture those crated engines. Joe asked the two pilots are you ready? Isaac showed Joe all the harness cables and hooks, and he now explained the task of the mission., Isaac said they would be hovering above the GE plant at about two hundred feet, so they would not be detected, then the ground team would hook the cable lines dropped from the helicopter to the crates, and they would radio that they were in position and ready, then the ground team will be attaching themselves to the hooks as well, this will be a very dangerous maneuver for them being attached with the crates, once the sound of the helicopter is heard, it will probably have lots of GE security action going on when this heist is happening. 

Helo-Joe: “We have to pick up each crate one at a time. This will cause all kinds of noise. The crates will be in the back of the plant, so this should give us plenty of time to get away clean. My only concern is the hills by the Boeing plant. The both of you will need to climb high and don't forget Seattle airport flight traffic.”

Isaac: “We have that covered, Helo-Joe. I have done these maneuvers many times in military missions, pulling out tanks and other military equipment. No problem, relax.”

Helo-Joe: “I will relax after this mission. It is time to leave. Isaac, get prepared. I am heading out with the ground team. Good hunting to the both of you, don't be late.”

Isaac: “You don't be late.”

Helo-Joe then approaches Jane, a striking woman in a black bodysuit with long black hair and olive tanned skin. Jane has been working with Helo-Joe for many years and is known for her daring feats.

Helo-Joe: “Jim, is the car ready with everything we need?”

Jim: “Yes, sir.”

Jane is putting on a harness and then a sidearm.

Helo-Joe: “No guns.”

Jane: “Are you crazy?”

Helo-Joe: “If we get caught, we will surrender. We cannot afford to shoot anyone. GE has way too many government contracts, and they will have really good security. We want to live to see another day.”

Jane: “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

She took off the sidearm, and Helo-Joe started to put on his body harness as well, Jim started the car, and both jumped in and they are off, Helo-Joe was doing a radio check with Isaac and Sam, they were both in their aircraft waiting, It will take them 30 minutes to drive to pick up site, another ten minutes to make it to the secured fence in the back of the lot, then another five minutes to cut through thick metal fencing, the lot will have a motion detector five feet away from the fence, they will have to crawl ten feet on their stomachs very slowly. This will be another five minutes, then they will have to monitor security-patrolled traffic and time it just right. As soon as the security team passes through the back lot check, they will call in Isaac and Sam, they will both drop down one after another into the lot, the first crate will be connected, then Jane will attach herself and then Isaac will fly her and the crate away, then almost simultaneously Sam will drop right in with cables already dropped, then Helo-Joe will attach the final crate, then he will fly off as well. Helo-Joe does his final radio check with the team. Everyone is in position. Jim drops off Jane and Helo-Joe not far from the back gate so he will not be detected by outside security.

Boomer calls Bob Allison on the phone in Seattle to get a progress report on the engine heist.

Bob: “Hello, Boomer!”

Boomer: “How is the project coming along?”

Bob: “Everything is good to go on my end. The package was put in the center court this afternoon.”

Bob was able to put in a shipping order without being detected by the shipping department. The crates were put right out back in section B. It is the best place for air pick-ups for Helo-Joe and his team. GE does this at times for some large pickups at the plant.

Bob: “It is in the hands of Helo-Joe and his team.”

Bob sounds nervous over the phone.

Boomer: “Everything will be fine. Helo-Joe is the best. By the way, is Jane with them?”

Bob: “I do not know, but I think so.”

Boomer: “She is very hot. Call me when you hear anything from Helo-Joe. Talk to you later.”

They both hung up. Bob was at home. He sat down at his dining room table and put his face into his hands. Boomer is heading to his date with Crystal in the Bahamas.

Boomer meets Crystal at a bar at the beach, it is a wonderful evening, the wind is a soft breeze and the waves touch the shore perfectly, the temperature is a perfect seventy-eight degrees, and the lovely Crystal is wearing a dress that fits her perfectly with a light shawl draped over her shoulders, Boomer gets up when she arrives.

Boomer: “You look beautiful, lovely lady.”

They hug and sit down, with drinks already waiting for them.

Boomer: “I ordered your favorite drink, a Mojito.”

Crystal: “My favorite, you remember.”

Boomer: “How have you been, Crystal?”

Crystal: “I have been traveling a lot. I did a short term with a private customer in Germany last year. It was fun flying around with this rich billionaire and his support team all over Europe. This gave me time to travel across Europe. I met a guy, we fell in love for the summer, then it was time for me to get back to the states.”

Boomer: “So, you are still breaking hearts.”

Crystal: “Yeah right, you broke my heart, Boomer. I have never been the same. So, how is your sexual life?”

Boomer: “It has been a bit slow, a few friends, nothing serious. But it is great to run into you.”

Boomer takes her hand and they head to the dance floor to slow dance to a wonder song. They go back to their seats for a few more drinks.

Boomer: “It is getting crowded in here. Why don't we head to the beach and walk along the shore?

After a nice walk, Boomer stopped and kissed her, and then he escorted her to her room, they reached her hotel room door, and they both hugged.

Boomer: “Good night.”

As he turns to walk away.

Crystal: “Yeah right.”

She grabbed him from behind and pulled him into the room.

Crystal: “Why do you always play games?"

He smiled and tossed her to the bed, he started to kiss her neck, then softly touched her breast, he played her body like a piano, and she started passionately moaning, he took off her dress, then she started to undress him while kissing him, at that point, he pushed her back onto the bed and took her, the passion and the heat between them was steamy, she fell asleep, Boomer made his way to his room after a fun evening with Crystal.

Colombians waiting at Boomer's hotel door in the Bahamas.

Boomer was walking up the hallway and saw Juan, an old Colombian close friend who works for El Patron the cartel boss.

Boomer: “Juan, what are you doing here, buddy?”

Juan: “We need to talk to you, Boomer.”

Boomer: “It's a bit late. Can we talk in the morning?”

Juan: “Patron needs you to fly for him in the air races.”

Boomer: “This will not work for me, but I wish him well.”

Juan: “You do understand. You owe us a favor.”

Boomer: “Yes, I know, and I am very grateful, but flying for you cannot happen right now.”

Juan: “Patron will not like that answer. You don't understand.”

Boomer: “I might have a pilot for you. He is a good friend. He is here in the Bahamas right now. Would you like to meet him?”

Juan: “Let me check with Patron. Will you be here tomorrow?”

Boomer: “Yes, we fly out later in the day. I will call you in the morning with the details.”

Juan walks down the hall, calling someone on the phone.

Back in Seattle, Helo-Joe & Jane made it to the back fence at the GE plant.

Helo-Joe and Jane finally made it inside the gates. The crates were right where Allison said they would be in the back area.

Helo-Joe: “It is surprisingly very quiet.”

Jane: (Radios Isaac and Sam) “Let's get this done.”

Helo-Joe: “Are you sure we have the guards timed?”

Jane: “Yes, we are good to go.”

As soon as a minute went by, the guard drove by in a golf cart. Helo-Joe got on his radio.

Helo-Joe: “The package is ready.”

Both Jane and Helo-Joe stay low as they make their way to the crates.

Jane: “Man, these crates are large.”

Helo-Joe: “That is why we had to use Isaac and Sam. They did this stuff for the military all the time. Let's get these crates strapped.”

(A few minutes later.)

Sam: “I am ready to come in for abstraction.”

Jane: “Roger that.”

As soon as they both hooked up, Sam approached flying low from the eastern side of the building, it was loud, he was now above the lot and the cables dropped on each side of the first crate, Helo-Joe helped Jane get attached, and the wind from the helicopter was blowing and it was getting louder, finally the first crate was connected.

Jane: “Sam, let's go.”

Jane and the first crate were picked straight up and as soon as they got clear here came Isaac. He made the same approach. Helo-Joe looked over toward the building because the lot security lights came on, but he did not see anyone approaching. Finally, he got concerned and radioed Isaac.

Helo-Joe: “Let’s go.”

As soon as he started to lift, security came around the corner, but it was way too late. They were in the air heading back to the hangar, and Helo-Joe was enjoying the Seattle clear night sky standing on the crate.

Helo-Joe & Jane are getting the crates ready for the flight to Barstow CA.

The air team finally arrived at the hangar. The crates were placed in the right area to be flown to California in the morning. Everyone hugged each other with joy.

Helo-Joe: “Congratulations to each of you for a job well done.”

Sam: “Can we get paid? I have another gig later.”

(They all share a laugh. Helo-Joe then calls them into the office and hands each member a stack of money.)

Isaac: (Popping the stack on his other hand) “This is what I am talking about. It has been really fun. We both need to get going. See you both on our next adventure, and don't forget to thank Boomer for the work.”

(Isaac and Sam then jump into their helicopters and fly off into the dark skies. Jane and Helo-Joe watch them until they disappear.)

Helo-Joe: “Let's get some sleep. We still have to get these engines to California by ten AM in the morning.”

(Jane heads to the back room. Helo-Joe ensures everything is secure and closes the big hangar doors. He then makes a quick call to Bob.)

Helo-Joe: “The package has been delivered.”

(He hangs up the phone. Bob, who had been anxiously waiting, feels a great sense of relief.)

He jumped up and did a quick dance, walked around the house with his hands on his head, Bob went into the bedroom, and passed out on the bed.

Back in the Bahamas the next day at the hotel.

Boomer is up and walking around the balcony getting ready to make calls. First, he calls Jughead Willie Jones.

Boomer: “Good morning, Willie. What are you doing right now, man?”

Willie: “Nothing.”

Boomer: “Can you come by right now?”

Willie: “Sure, Boomer. Give me half an hour.”

Boomer: “No problem, Willie. See you in a bit.”

They hang up the phones. Boomer then calls Mercedes King, the executive assistant of Lady Contessa, to inform her about the jet's departure schedule.

Boomer: (To Mercedes) “The jet will be ready at noon for departure to Los Angeles.”

Mercedes: “How did you talk Lady Contessa into going to LA a day early?”

Boomer: “Charm, baby, charm!”

Mercedes: “Don't have us waiting. I will get her up right now. It will take us four hours to get ready.”

There's a knock on the door. Boomer checks the peephole and sees Willie. He then wraps up his call with Mercedes.

Boomer: (To Mercedes) “Be on time.”

Mercedes, left to her thoughts, reflects on Boomer's appeal.

Mercedes: (To herself) “He drives me crazy with his sexy self.”

Boomer opens the door to Willie.

Boomer: “Willie, my man, how's it going?”

Willie: “Doing real well.”

Willie has his backpack with him.

Boomer: “Seems like you are ready to roll.”

Willie: “Yes, nothing here for me.”

Boomer: “I need a big favor.”

Willie: “What type of favor? I think I am regretting it already.”

Boomer: “No, man, all I need is for you to meet these friends that need a pilot. I told them about you.”

Willie: “Wait a minute, Boomer. You said we were working together. What happened?”

Boomer: “No man, we are going to work together. I just need this favor to get it off the ground.”

Willie: “OK man, tell me what's up?”

Boomer: “You know the Colombians I have worked with in the past?”

Willie: “Yes.”

Boomer: “They want me to fly for them in the upcoming air wars.”

Willie: “Don't tell me this is what you are bringing me into.”

Boomer: “Well yes and no.”

Willie: “What do you mean, Boomer? Yes and no?”

Boomer: “I need you for the air wars, but not for the Colombians. I need you to meet with them and tell them you have to think about it, then high tail it to the airport, and then fly off with us to Los Angeles.”

Willie: “You are crazy, man. These are dangerous people.”

Boomer: “Yes, I know, but they don't even know you. I gave them your name, Clarence Johnson.”

Willie: “Boomer, you know that is the brother who flew with us in the Gulf.”

Boomer: “Sure I know, but they don't know that.”

Willie: “OK Boomer, set it up.”

Boomer then calls Juan.

Juan: “El Patron is very upset.”

Boomer: “I have a very good Gulf pilot ready to meet you in half an hour.”

Juan: “OK, but he better be as good as you.”

Boomer: “He is and maybe better.”

Juan: “Have him meet me at the Blue Lagoon Grill in forty minutes.”

Boomer: “OK, he will be there.”

They both hang up.

Boomer looked over at Willie and said, “Mr. Clarence Johnson, you have an appointment in forty minutes, but you have to be ten minutes late. All private pilots have arrogance and swag.”

Willie: “Whatever, man. Don't forget my stuff and don't leave me. I don’t want to be anywhere around those Colombians. You know they will find out I am not Clarence Johnson. I will be there. Once again, do not leave me, Boomer.”

Boomer: “OK, but remember your name is Clarence Johnson and his call sign is Lightning.”

Willie: “OK Boomer, see you later, man.”

Boomer then starts to get his stuff together and takes a shower.

Team owner Asa Carrington at his home in Texas.

Sitting by a very nice swimming pool with a beautiful view of his large ranch, it is the home of one of the richest cattlemen in Texas, Asa Carrington better known as Fat Man. They say that one out of five hamburgers eaten in the world comes from his herd of cattle. He has over 2200 thousand acres of land for his cattle. He has two sons who help him run the ranch, the oldest name is Dusty, and the youngest brother's name is Oscar, they both are strong Texans just like their dad, James the butler walks across the large pool area from the main house to Asa, Asa is lounging under a gazebo looking at the majestic view of his land, a picture perfect setting.

James (The Butler): “Here is your bloody Mary, Asa, and you have a phone call.”

Asa: (With a deep Texan accent) “Dam, who the hell is calling me this time of the morning?”

James the butler has been with Asa for over twenty-five years, he is a 65-year-old black man with no family, he helped raise the boys when their mom passed away a long time ago, it has only been Asa, the boys, and James for many years, he accompanies Asa on some of his business trips, James does not pay much attention to Asa’s temper, he is the only person in the world that Asa listens to, they are close, but you could never tell with the bickering back and forth between them.

James: “Asa, it's your pilot.”

Asa: “Who?”

James: “Your pilot for the race, remember?”

Asa: “Why didn't you say so? Give me the phone.” (Clears his voice) “Hello, son, how the hell are you?”

The pilot, known by his call sign "Cowboy" and real name Charles Edwards, is a retired military air force pilot.

Charles (Cowboy): “Doing well, sir. When do you want me to start getting ready for the race?”

Asa: “My boy, you can high tail it down here today. We have plenty of room at the ranch. You will stay with me and the boys.”

Cowboy: “Let me get this jet stored for my boss. They will be in Europe for the next six months, then I will make it down. Give me a few days, sir.”

Asa: “That will be just fine. See you soon.”

Asa looks over at James and says, “We are going to win this race this time. We have a good plane and a top-notch pilot.”

James: “You say that every time, and you lose the plane in the first race, and the pilot bailed out across the Mediterranean. And don't forget the entrance fee.”

Asa: “James, you worry about my money too much. We are a shoe-in this time. Get Jacob on the phone. I need an update on the plane.”

James: “Sure thing, Asa.”

James heads to the house to call Jacob. Jacob answers the phone.

Jacob: “Hello.”

James: “This is James. I work for Asa Carrington.”

Jacob: “I know you, James. Please put Asa on the phone.”

James hands Asa the phone. Asa clears his voice before speaking.

Asa: “How are you? Is my baby ready?”

Jacob: “She is almost complete. This jet is in good shape, and the converted fuel tanks will get the job done.”

Asa: “When can you fly it down to the ranch?”

Jacob: “We are looking at two days.”

Asa: “That will be just fine, Jacob. We will see you in a few days.”

They both hang up. Asa sits back in his lounge chair with a smile on his face looking across his land.

Lady Contessa's aircraft is ready to fly to California.

Boomer, on his way to the airport in a cab, makes a call to Bob Allison. It's about six AM in Seattle. The phone rings next to Bob’s head, and he answers.

Bob: “Hello.”

Boomer: “Wake up, man. It is a great day. What is our status on the package?”

Bob: “Everything is getting prepped to be delivered to Jetman later today. Everything went well.”

Boomer: “This is great. Everything is coming together.”

Bob: “It should be a crazy day at work today.”

Boomer: “Just keep cool, Bob. You have to act like nothing has ever happened. Trust me, they are looking at the executives. Make sure everyone gets paid with the money I gave you.”

Bob: “Isaac and Sam already got paid. I will take care of Helo-Joe and Jane when they get back from California.”

Boomer: “Good job, Bob. Talk to you later. I have to get this bird in the air.”

They both hang up. Bob, feeling the gravity of the situation, puts his hands on the dresser and looks into the mirror.

Back at the Seattle hangar with Helo-Joe and Jane.

Helo-Joe is waiting on his friend with the transport plane, it is about six am in the morning, Helo-Joe could not sleep much last night, Jane is getting ready in the back, Helo-Joe double checks the crates and notices some small printing, it says Colombia, Helo-Joe: (To himself) “I know this is not what I am thinking. Could this shipment be headed to El Patron?”

He calls out to Jane, who responds from the back.

Jane: (Yelling from the back) “I will be right out.”

She walks over to Helo-Joe.

Jane: “Good morning, boss. What's up?”

Helo-Joe points to the printing on the crates. Jane reads it, notices the word 'Colombia,' shrugs her shoulders, and raises her hands in a questioning gesture.

Jane: “And what?”

Helo-Joe: “These engines were for the Colombians. I am sure of that. Let's hope the other engines get to the Colombians.”

Jane walks away. Helo-Joe, left to his thoughts, reflects on the situation.

Helo-Joe: (To himself) “This is going to get interesting. We just stole engines from the Colombian Cartel.”

Advanced aviation Jared Greed executive gets a call at his home on the Peugeot sound in Seattle.

Jared Greed is the senior VP for the advanced aviation group, the GE secret location where the special engines were supposed to be delivered in Colombia. Everything from the design and final production came from his group. No one outside his division knew about the special engines, except the higher-level executives who knew he had been working on some cutting-edge research over the last five years.

Bill Johnson (Head of Security): “Good morning, this is Bill Johnson, head of security. Sorry to call you so early, sir, but we have a problem.”

Jared: “What kind of problem is it, Bill?”

Bill: (Nervously) “Well, sir...”

Jared: “Spit it out, man.”

Bill: “Well, sir, you know those crates that were in section B in the yard?”

Jared: “I am not sure, Bill. We have lots of equipment to be shipped.”

Bill: “I know, sir. These special crates you said to keep a close eye on, well, sir, they were taken sometime early this morning. We had some commotion around two AM. Then it sounded like helicopters, and the security lights started to come on. So as we got to the back lot, the crates were not there anymore. They must have been lifted right out of the back lot. We saw nothing on the security cameras; the crates were in a dead zone.”

Jared: “How could something like this happen?”

Bill: “Should I call the local police?”

Jared: “No, do not talk to anyone.”

Bill: “Yes, sir.”

Jared hangs up the phone. He paces around his large master bedroom in a white robe, sits on the edge of the bed, looks out the window, and then screams out a large shout at the top of his voice, visibly furious.

Bahamas private airfield, Boomer is ready to head to California with Lady Contessa.

Boomer is going through his flight check, and Nicole the flight attendant is getting the passengers all settled in the cabin, she is serving mimosas to Lady Contessa, this jet is amazing, it has six flat-screen TVs, expensive wood throughout the cabin, the leather is high quality, Lady Contessa has the Buchanan initials placed on every seat, the jet comes with a full galley, Jane can pretty much make the guest anything they want, she announces today's flight menu for lunch will be lamb chops with stuffed tomatoes, Lady Contessa’s favorite meal when she flies. Boomer is outside the Jet looking around, this is a part of his flight check, Boomer says to himself, Willie where are you man, Boomer wants to get off the ground before any of the Colombians show up, one of their jets is parked right across from their parked jet, Boomer delivered that jet to El Patron four years ago, Willie is just a few minutes from the main gate, the cabby will drop him off at the plane, just as Boomer is going up the ramp, he can see the cab coming, he gives a fist pump and says to himself, way to go, Willie, Boomer stands there waiting for Willie, Willie wasted no time, he paid the cabby and ran to the jet, he meets Boomer with a hug.

Boomer: “Let's go.”

They head to their seats, Willie grabs the earphones and places them on his neck, Boomer calls Jane over the cabin speaker, he tells her to get the cabin ready for takeoff, getting a private flight ready is much simpler than commercial flights, it is really up to the owner and guests to comply, Jane reviews some safety notes on a card, only the poodles seem to be listening, Jane gets a blanket for Lady Contessa, then she goes over and signals the ground team to remove the boarding steps and then close the passenger entrance door, she then turns on the camera on the flight attendant panel, then closes the cabin door. She can see them on a screen in front of her flight attendant's seat. Jane picks up the phone and says cabin secured, then Captain Boomer lights up the engine on the right side first.

Boomer: (To Jane over the speaker) “Get the cabin ready for takeoff.”

Jane completes the preparations.

Jane: (On the phone) “Cabin secured.”

Boomer then begins the process of starting the engines.

Willie: “Engine oil pressure on the right side looks good.”

Boomer: “How refreshing to have a copilot.”

Willie: “This is an amazing machine.”

Boomer: “You haven't seen anything yet.”

Boomer checks the flaps and salutes the ground crew.

Willie: “They sure give you a lot of respect.”

Boomer: “We paid a fortune to park here. They treat you really well for future business.”

Willie: “I get it.”

Boomer then starts engine two.

Willie: “Oil pressure is good, Boomer. These avionics on the CPU are doing everything for us.”

Boomer: “Check this out. The FMS will talk to us like it is a real pilot.”

Willie: “Wow, that's amazing. And a joystick?”

Boomer: “Yes, buddy. No yoke on this plane. While we are waiting for clearance, this jet has an auto-descent capability which arms when the aircraft is above FL400 with the autopilot engaged and will automatically maneuver and descend the aircraft following depressurization.”

Willie: “Man, that is crazy!”

Boomer lines her up, checks his harness straps, and pushes the throttle forward. Willie is having so much fun enjoying this take-off, and now they are at full speed, Boomer says rotate, and the jet is airborne, Boomer is talking to the Tower, and they continue to climb to an altitude of forty-eight thousand feet, they will cruise at that altitude for seven hours until they reach the private airfield in Ventura California off highway one, it is a very nice airfield, Lady Contessa likes the royal treatment they give her there when she comes to California.

Back in Seattle, Helo-Joe and Jane get the crates loaded and head to California.

Helo-Joe is looking out to the runway and sees the transport plane landing, it is operated by an old buddy of Helo-Joe, his name is Burt, an older gentleman with lots of flight time with transport planes, Burt is a Vietnam veteran, he is respected a lot in the pilot community, he and Helo-Joe met at an air show in Riverside California ten years ago, they have been friends ever since, Burt has his own company, basically one plane, but he stays busy, he loves to fly. His plane is a Grumman C-2 Greyhound that was overhauled in 1973. Helo-Joe sends him business when he can. Burt never asks questions and is very reliable. Helo-Joe guides the old plane up to the hangar, Burt cuts the engines, the noise is loud with those old propeller engines, Burt drops the back transport hatch of the plane, walks down the ramp, he gives Helo-Joe a warm embrace.

Helo-Joe: “You look just as ugly as when I saw you last.”

Burt: “You know you are jealous of this face.”

Then Jane walks over, meeting Burt for the first time.

Burt: “Well, this must be your daughter, Joe.”

Helo-Joe: “Real funny, Burt.”

Burt walks over and gives Jane a big hug.

Jane: “You are very strong. Glad to meet you.”

Burt: “Well, time is money. Let's get loaded.”

Helo-Joe is on the forklift, and driving over to the first crate. He loads the crate on the lift and drives over to the back of the plane, Burt guides him up the ramp and the crate is in perfect position, then Helo-Joe back down the ramp and goes for the other crate, he lifts the crate and starts over to the back of the plane, once again Burt guides him in the plane, he puts his thumb up.

Burt: “You are good, Helo-Joe.”

Helo-Joe backs out of the plane and parks the lift over in the corner, Burt looks at Jane.

Burt: “Are you ready?”

Jane: “Let's go.”

Jane heads over to the plane and grabs the jump seat behind the pilot, Helo-Joe closes the large hangar door and makes sure they are secure, then he heads over to the plane, he stands in front of the plane, while Burt gets into the pilot seat, he straps into his harness and looks over his shoulder and says to Jane.

Burt: (To Jane) “I have never had such a lovely lady bless this plane.”

Jane: “Well, thank you, Burt.”

Engine one is started, and Burt puts a thumbs up out the side window, Helo-Joe signals for him to go right, Burt starts to move the big bird away from the hangar, and Jane goes over to let down the ladder for Helo-Joe because the big cargo door is already secured in the back, Helo-Joe climbs up the ladder and pulls them up and closes the service door, he makes his way over to the co-pilot seat, Burt starts up engine two.

Helo-Joe: “The engines sound great.”