Meeting The Big Boss Part 2

Chapter 233-1

Meeting The Big Boss

Part 2

It didn’t take long to find me considering there wasn’t much of a plane to hide me. He opened the small bedroom and searched like crazy, giving me the opportunity to lock him in there taking several strands of my ruined shirt and tied the doorknob shut. I knew I didn’t have long as I quickly freed Mark and said. “Let’s see if we can fly this thing. Or at least bring it down and jump out with the parachutes, before it runs out of gas.”

Mark looked back at the cabin door and said. “Jumping is a bad idea if he breaks loose,” 

I said. “How hard it could be, it will be like playing a video game. Besides he can’t open the cockpit door from the outside not unless he has dynamite which would kill him before it kills us.”

Mark agreed and took off his pants and handed them to me, said. “What? Don’t get me wrong I like looking at you naked, but this is no time for a little quickie. And if we do land this thing, people will get the wrong idea of seeing your naked body so out in the open.”

I nodded and put them on and took a seat at the wheel Mark took the other, as we heard the loud crash and heard him banging on the unbreakable door. We laughed, I said. “Oh my, the big bad wolf is huffing and puffing at our door.” I put on the headphones and said. “Mayday, mayday, this plane, 64 FJ, over,” It didn’t take long, for someone to answer since we were basically circling the airport.

The guy on the radio said. “This is tower, what the hell is going on up there?”

I said. “Mayday tower, need instructions to land, the pilot fell and not responding, over.” 

Tower said. “Bruce please tell me you don’t have kids playing with your radio?”

I said. “Mayday Tower, your friend Bruce took a tumble and fell on his head, he is not responding, repeat not responding. Now get us down or we are going to play. Pin the tail on the tarmac and you can explain to Marks Dad and Mr. Tate how you let us all die, over.”

Tower said. “Bruce this isn’t funny now get those brats off and fly down here.”

I said. “Mark hang on,” and turned off the autopilot, I moved the wheel into a nose dive and pulled it back up leveling it back out, slowly.

Mark screamed at me. “What the hell? Are trying to kill us, Nate?”

I said. “No, but they don’t think we're serious,” I said clicking the headphone. “Tower this is Mayday please get us down or were coming down like a bug on your windshield, over.”

Tower said. “Ok boys this has gone on far enough. Now get Bruce back on the headset, over.”

Mark wiped his face with his hands. “You got to be f*****g kidding me.”

I sent Jeff to find Stringum or somebody to help us get out of this unless he wanted us to join him on the other side. He was gone in a flash telling me to turn the channel to get Stringum’s plane. I looked up from the book and said. “If I remember right Stringum said his plane was always on channel 3508. When he is flying until he reaches the tower.”

Mark said. “Try it; in fact try all the damn channels until somebody other than that a*****e takes us down…. Alive, and mean that Nate; I want to kiss the ground alive.”

I said. “That’s the plan.”

I said. “Mayday is anyone out there I am looking for Stringum or somebody to gets down from the sky before we crash into the dirt or into a f*****g building.”

Stringum coughed, telling someone to move. “Nate, what the hell, are you doing, flying an airplane? Do you know how stupid that is? This no freaking video game, over.”

I said. “Hell no, but if you want to know stupid left us a long time ago; now get us the hell down. I like to live so I can kiss every girl I see that has a face that looks like Rhonda’s, over.”

Stringum said. “Please tell me you are on autopilot, over?”

I said. “You mean these two red switches that say moron this autopilot? And yes I am not that stupid. Well scratch that, I am stupid and proud of it. Now get me the hell down, over.”

Stringum yelled. “Nate don’t you dare give me any lip son. I plan to paddle that cute little butt hard for this. But tell me everything left to right, do you know where you are?”

I said. “No, but the ground looks awfully far, over.”

He said. “Nate calm down and take a deep breath. Now give me what I asked for and we will give you the basics, its real simple you fly in the air and don’t move anything until I tell you too.”

I heard Dad yelling. “Please God; I swear I am going to kill you, Mr. Tate.” I smiled and Mark smiled. “Please do, but leave some for us.”

I reached over and gave him a knuckle bump. I read everything to Stringum. Stringum cursed. He told me to try the tower again after he has checked everything. I said. “They won’t listen." 

Stringum said. “Of course not those damn fools you’re a kid flying a damn airplane. You’re mother and your grandmother or so going to kill me for this.”

Dad said. “Get in line.”

Mark said. “Man they love you.”

It made me feel all warm and fuzzy. Stringum told me. “If they won’t listen will land you somewhere else, I think you have enough fuel to make it to Texas.” I groaned. I hated Texas. I was told I was somewhere over Provo or Arizona. 

Mr. Tate said. “Saint George is closer we were heading that way anyway to refuel.”

Stringum said, “true, but if they can make it without crashing into the mountains.”

Dad said. “He’s my son and he got a good head on his shoulders, even though I am questioning it right now.”

Mark said. “Yep you are really loved and you’re so going to get beating for this.”

I said. “Yea, but look at how famous we will be in high school when they find out.” He gave me a knuckle bump.  Stringum told me to slow the plane down and told me how to do it.

He said. "he should see me in about 20 or so minutes." Then he said. “Ok boy put yourself back on autopilot and tell me how you boys ended up flying your a*s off, over.”

I quickly broke it down and felt proud of myself because it really was pretty cool. Mr. Tate and Stringum cursed; telling me that man can’t get to me unless we let him in. I told him we had figured that out, but the problem is we have no way out other than the front window. Stringum said. “We’ll get to that problem once I see you in my sights. Just keep your course steady until you see me on your right side. I am going to plow the road for you, over.”

Bruce was now bawling to let us in. Mark said. “Why, are you scared little piggy? You should now that Mr. Tate and Stringum will be arriving on our right wing to take us down without you. If I was you I’d fasten your f*****g seat-belt or better yet kill yourself, before we land.” I reached over and gave him a fist bump and searched for something wet and chewy finding a cooler of cold drinks and several bags of corn chips. It was like the nectar of the gods feeling the cold soda going down our throats.

Stringum came back on telling us he sees us and he was coming to give us a little look-see. I waved to them all in the cockpit window seeing Dad in and Tate and Stringum and Landan flying the plane. Stringum asked for an update. I gave him one, he sighed with relief. He quickly told me to lower the cabin pursuer telling me that it should knock our friend out. Then allow us to handcuff him and drag his sorry as to the nearest seat, and wake him up, so he can sweat the landing.

I sent Jeff back there to make sure, not trusting it. I put the plane back in autopilot and opened the door watching our passenger fall flat on his face. Mark kicked him a few times and busted his nose hearing and seeing gushing blood. We handcuffed him and dragged him back before he woke up. Then poured a whole bottle of water on his head; He came to a start and I hit him hard with an uppercut, said. “Rise and shine little piggy. Its play time, we were nice enough to give you the window seat. So you can see our friends and the ground.”

He started to bawl begging us to let him go promising he would take us down without any fuss. Mark punched him in the gut, Said. “No, I think Nate can do it.”

He bawled even harder as we left him to his misery he said. “Please, I am begging you.” I turned on the music finding a hard rock station. And turned up the volume, and put on our headsets.

I said. “Stringum sleeping beauty is awake you can see him in the window where I drew a smiley face for you, over.”   

He said. “Always the smart asses aren’t you kid, over?”

I said. “Stupid smart a*s thank you very much.”

Dad said. “God I am going tan his butt red.”

Stringum said. “How about we get him down first then we take turns.”

Mark said. “You are so loved, you know that don’t you?”

I said. “Yea I know, but hell what is s guy like me got to lose?” He couldn’t argue that.

Stringum radio the tower for me said. “Were coming in hard and hot, now get the hell out these boys way unless you want a plane coming up your a*s, over?” Stringum checked my speed and altitude and told me to follow his instructions exactly telling me to dump all my fuel when I see the runway and put my landing gear down.

Bruce bawled and screamed. “We are so going to die.”

I turned up the radio even more, and closed the cabin door and said. “Here we go.” 

Mark prayed hard as he could as I watched the sweat dripping down his face, he asked. “You can see the runway can’t you without your glasses?”

I said. “You mean that big black thing that looks like a road?”

He said. “Just checking smart a*s.”

He grabbed the stick and we both did exactly as we were told as the tires squealed and bounced and finally came to a stop as we pulled off into the grass; hearing fire trucks and police cars and seeing them coming up along beside us as Stringum touched down as I turned off everything.

I breathed a sigh of relief and Bruce bawled even more. Stringum said. “Good job boys. Now get your a*s out of that plane. Please tell me you’re not naked?”

I said. “Well, mostly naked?”

Stringum said. “I am so going to paddle your butt. God help me if I don’t.”

Mark took off his shirt and tossed it said. “Look will match.” I looked down at his shoes and socks and he took them off said. “Better?”

I said. “Close enough.”

I opened the door and it lowered. Stringum looked at us with Dad and Mr. Tate, Landan smiled at us giving us two thumbs up.  Dad launched himself at me hugging me to death and started kissing me and crying. “Oh god I just want to beat the tar out of you, but instead you like somebody already did.”

Mr. Tate climbed the stairs and said. “You are fired Pig Face, Taking him away and put him in a cell before I kill him.”

The police chief gave a solute while another gave us each a nice warm blanket. I let it drop to the ground and so did Mark. Stringum said. “You boys can dress, I have clothes for you,”

Mark said. “Good because Nate wearing what I didn’t need to stay decent. Thanks to Pig Face, he tried to rape him and me, but Nate kicked his a*s before he could do more then takes a little taste of us.”

Mr. Tate growled. “Well least Nate stopped him from getting a free sample. He gets a bonus from me personally because Pig Face won’t be needing it. If I remember right Nate had a pair of glasses.”

Mark said. “They are in the safe. Just like I was told to put them before we decided to fly a plane, we were too much in a hurry to grab them, sorry about the cabin door, Pig Face broke it when Nate locked him in there.”

Dad said, thank God you didn’t stop, not that he would have lasted long with Nate.”

Stringum said. “Personally I would pay a thousand dollars to see him kick his butt.”

Mr. Tate said. “Providing there will be anything left when I get done with him.”

He quickly retrieved my glasses and said. “Normally I take them apart first, but what’s the point, considering His Dads here and has paid for his son fair and square, and I am taking off half the money he owes because of the recent advents, but I apologize for having to ask that your Dad, Mark, and Nate here be hooded during the last leg to the summer house.

“No one knows the location and I rather keep it that way for your safety,”

Dad said. "I fine with that,”

I said. “I am good,”

Mark said. “Me too as long as nobody tries to kill my new best friend and his Dad.”

Stringum said. “Well I am not, considering we have lost our pilot and I do not trust nobody’s plane but mine, so you can either let us go home or let Landan and us in on your little secret. We paid good money, Mr. Tate, every damn red cent to make sure Nate and his Dad get there in one piece and unharmed and back. You failed at that twice and I am sure Marks Dad would agree that this was a bad deal gone so wrong in so many ways already.”

Mr. Tate said. “You are killing me you know that?”

Stringum said. “Fine, we're going home. Boys lets get back on my plane.”

Mr. Tate said. “Wait, I said you're killing me, I didn’t say no to the deal. You know as well as I do we needed this to work, our investors have signed a contract stating they need these films and snaps shots or we all go belly up. I am not willing to back out over a piece of property. They’ll kill us the moment they learn that I canceled the deal on technicalities.

“I am just saying that Mark, Nate, and his Dad fly to the city were we are going to and ride blinded folded while I drive the limo to the property. It’s a compromise I think we can all live with. I’ll leave my plane here to be ready to leave as we agreed on when we flew here.

“I’ll personally make sure Mr. Carrion and his son Nate are home by Tuesday night for the big steak dinner and in plenty of time for school the next day, at any hotel of their choice. To make sure none of Mr. Coldwell’s and Mr. Jackson men doesn’t find us, do we have a deal?” Dad shook hands on it and so did Stringum.

Mark said. “I would like that in writing and I think it's only far that Nate calls his grandmother and his adoptive Mom so she knows he is alright. God knows they certainly deserve it.” 

Mr. Tate said. “Good idea it will give them time to fuel the plane, and I can radio Marks Dad telling him everything’s a go. Now we have about 6 hours or so of daylight. I want to be well on the ground at the summer house for a nice dinner and possibly I shoot or a look-see at our boys performing one take before we call it a night.”

Dad said. “Sounds good, I am starving, and all this worrying has given me one hell of an appetite.” We got into the waiting limo and I was ever so glad to put on clothes, and brand new sneakers.  Mark told me not to get used to wearing clothes, considering we will be naked most of the time.

Dad said.” So what? Were nudists. We are always naked, I am pretty sure you noticed how tan Nate is by now; considering he is wearing your pants without boxers?”

Mark said. “Personally I liked him like that, but we weren’t in the mood for sex at the time. Pig Face spoiled it for both of us. Then there was this flying thing and being naked just didn’t seem appropriate.”

Everyone laughed as we rode to the airport hanger to clean up and get a bite and call Mom and I was dreading the part about calling my grandmother. Dad said. “Why don’t we just let Mom handle it?” I gave him a fist bump.

Mark said. “See and you were worried that your Dad here didn’t love you.” I smiled and Dad hugged me and gave me a well-deserved kiss.