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The food smelled ok. But that did not stop me from examining closely to make sure nothing was put in it that would kill me. Based on the appearance alone there was no way to tell. Richie came back in and exclaimed “Dig in my friend, don’t wait for me!” Richie sat down and we both proceeded to eat our meals. “This is one of the better meals they have prepared. It must be because you are new here and they want to impress you. But usually the food is not this good.” said Richie. “When you come back next time you will see.” said Richie. “Next time”, he said “next time”, I breathed a sigh of relief thinking that it did not appear that they were going to kill me then and there.
After lunch wrapped up we headed back to the plane where I saw some new boxes had been loaded onto the plane. “What is that stuff?” I asked Richie. “Valdero knows about it, he will make arrangements for it when you give it to him. Now get on the plane and head on out, the sooner the shipment is delivered the better.” replied Richie. “Thanks for your company at lunch.” said Richie. Richie appeared to be reaching out to shake my hand but instead slapped a wad of cash into my hand and said “That is for you my friend” with a big smile. There was a couple hundred dollars in the wad, now I knew I was up shits creek without a paddle.
On the flight back I was both scared and exhilarated at the same time. Scared shitless that I am probably carrying drugs into the states yet exhilarated at how easy the money was. But what if get busted, what if I get caught between the crosshairs of rival drug gangs? Then what? Could I walk away now knowing what I know? Or would they send me out in a body bag? Besides, those stupid fuck Wall-Streeters snort the same shit I may be delivering, so I might as well make a few bucks at what would be an early death for those fuckers and their ponzi schemes. What would my wife think? How would my son view me later on? Too many things were running through my head and nothing really made sense.
I landed and brought the plane back into the hanger. “Richie said some good things about you” Tyler said. “That’s good, because Richie can be a tad difficult if he doesn’t like you” Tyler followed up. “Here is your payment for today, its late today so come back early tomorrow to fly the other delivery” said Tyler as he handed me a check. The check was made out to my name and in the amount of $300.00. Not bad for a days pay and a few hours flying. But is it worth the price?
At home I told my wife about the flight and the money I was paid. I only mentioned the $300.00 from Tyler and not the wad of cash Richie handed me. Nor did I mention the location I delivered too as I am sure that would freak her out to no end. She seemed happy about the job, but you could tell there was still something gnawing at her about the whole deal. What she didn’t know was how much it was gnawing at me as well. That gnawing feeling kept me tossing and turning at night.
Day 3
This morning started off abruptly with our son screaming unexpectedly early in the morning. He must have had a bad dream since as did not look to be sick. 4AM was too early for me to be getting up. But I could not go back to sleep after calming our son down. I decided to go workout in the basement. While working out I replayed the events from yesterday in my mind. I wondered what exactly was I delivering and how did I stumble into this crazy scenario. Here I am trying to do things right, but instead I end up delivering illegal substances from across the border from all appearances. After working up a sweat from the exercise and over thinking things I went back upstairs to shower and have some breakfast.
My wife was awake by then and feeding our son. “Are you ok?” she asked “It doesn’t look like you slept much after the crying spell earlier.” “Just a little restless I guess” I said. “Are you okay to fly?” she inquired “I mean since you did not sleep much do you think you are rested enough to fly today?” “Yeah I should be fine after some morning coffee” I replied.
After we ate our breakfast, my wife dropped me off at the hangar. Tyler was 30 minutes late today. I had to wait outside the hanger as it was looked up and no one else was around. “Where is your boss Tyler? I asked “I haven’t had a chance to meet him yet.” “The Boss? He is off in Canada working on some deal. He should be back later this week and you can meet him then.” said Tyler.
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