Chapter 65: Air Smugglers
And with that, he drove away to go catch his flight to America. Sharon went back into the bunker after watching Peter drive away. She hadn't been alone since she met him and she felt odd and unsafe due to his absence, but she was a lot stronger now, and she was prepared to brave the storm.
Sharon opened up the weapon's box and began taking them out to clean them up. Peter had shown her how to dismantle weapons and put them back together, so she immediately got to work.
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Meanwhile, Peter had driven to the seaport and had taken a boat to get off the island. He arrived in San Jose at a little past ten at night and arrived at the home of his contact. He walked up to the door and knocked.
"Who is it?" The man inside asked.
"It's Killshot," Peter answered with his old alias.
The man quickly unlocked the door and opened it up for him.
"Peter, you're here on time," the man said.
"Yeah, I'm in a hurry. It's good to see you again, Spencer," Peter said to his friend, and they shared a hug.
"If you were someone else, I wouldn't be doing this," Spencer said, and went in to put on his jacket.
"It's a good thing I'm me then," Peter responded.
"Alright then, let's get going," Spencer went to his garage and opened it up. It had an old military jeep in it.
"Are you sure this thing still works?" Peter asked teasingly.
"Hahaha, very funny. Are you getting in or what?" Spencer asked and they both boarded the vehicle and drove off to the private airport where his plane was parked.
As they drove, Spencer couldn't help but ask why Peter all so suddenly needed to get to America in such haste.
"So, what's so urgent that you have to get back to the States in such a rush?"
"There's something that I have to do here, but I can't do it alone and the only person that can help me is in America," Peter replied.
"Knowing you, it's probably a matter of life or death."
"It is!"
"Oh, Peter! Never a dull moment with you. I've missed you, man," Spencer said, and tapped his shoulder.
"Same here, Spence. I can only hope you still know how to fly a plane," Peter teased, and Spencer let out a haughty laugh.
They got to the port and Peter finally stood in front of the plane that would take him to his destination.
*He wasn't impressed.*
"This is it? This old rust bucket?"
"She's a lot faster than she looks," Spencer assured him.
"She looks like she'll break apart in the air," Peter said.
"Peter, when will you realize that it's not about the plane but the man flying it?" Spencer asked with a smile.
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"Doesn't this feel just like old times, huh, Peter? It reminds me of when we flew across the Amazon and landed in Brazil to deal with that terrorist group. Remember that?" Spencer asked in excitement.
"Of course, I remember," Peter replied.
They were now in the air and there was a lot of turbulence which made Peter quite uneasy.
"Is the plane supposed to be shaking this much?" Peter asked, a bit worried.
"Don't tell me that the great **Killshot** is afraid of a little turbulence," Spencer teased.
"It's your piloting skills that I'm worried about," Peter said, which made Spencer laugh aloud.
They were both quiet for a while until a wave of seriousness washed over Spencer's facial expression.
"You saved my life on that mission, remember?" He said to Peter.
"I remember!"
"It was on that day that I swore to always have your back and to always come to your aid whenever you needed me."
"I really appreciate it, Spence. Thank you,"
"No thanks needed, Peter. It's my ultimate pleasure."
After several hours passed, Spencer took a look at the radar and noticed that they were almost in US airspace.
"We'll be entering US airspace in a few minutes, and they're going to ask us to land because we don't have any clearance, so be prepared to jump. I got you a parachute. It's in the back," Spencer told him.
Peter got up from the copilot's seat and went to the back to put on the chute. Peter opened the door of the plane and the wind blasted into it. It brought back memories of Peter's days in the military; days of war, action, and unrivaled excitement.
"Get ready, Peter. We're almost at the jumping point," Spencer said aloud.
Peter stood by the door and waited for the signal to jump until it finally came.
"Alright, Peter. We're here!" Spencer informed him.
"Thank you, my friend. I'll see you on the other side," Peter said, and with that, he jumped out of the plane.
"Godspeed, Peter! Godspeed," Spencer said, and proceeded to find a place to land because the Air force was already demanding he land his vessel through the radio.
Peter dove through the sky and pulled the pin on his bag which released the chute, and he glided his way to the ground and landed on a cattle field.
He ran out of the field and found the main road where he hitched a ride across the countryside.
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*A little boy, probably ten years old, is seen running around and being chased by another with smiles on both their faces. The boy is caught by his playmate and they both fall on the ground, laughing happily until the little boy's father calls out to him.*
*"Addicus! Get over here."*
*Young Addicus walked up to his father in fear of what he might do to him.*
*"How many times have I told you not to play with that Frank?" The man asked angrily.*
*"He's my friend," Addicus said passively.*
*"No, he's not! He's a commoner, and you are the son of a high-ranking official and internationally recognized businessman. Your paths should never cross again, do you understand?"*
*"Yes, Father."*
*"Now, get inside and wait for me," his father instructed, and Addicus ran in.*
*Inside the house, Addicus stood in a corner, visibly afraid of what was going to happen to him. His father entered the room and shut the door.*
*"I'm sorry, Father. I didn't mean to upset you," Young Addicus pleaded.*
*"You didn't just upset me, you disgraced me and such behaviour will not be tolerated," his father said, took off his belt and approached him.*
*"Father, please!" Addicus begged with tears already pouring out of his eyes.*
*His father stood loomingly over him and snapped the belt with both hands.*
Addicus suddenly woke up with a shriek, and he was sweating all over. The memory of his childhood was haunting his dreams again and he hated it. To get his mind off it, he got up from his bed, picked up his radiophone and called JJ.
"Yes sir?" JJ responded.
"Any developments yet, JJ?" Addicus went straight to the point.
"Not yet, sir. But I found some tire tracks, and I'm currently following them. It should lead me right to their hideout and as soon as I find it, "I'll let you know."
"Good. Keep me posted and make sure you find them. I've had enough of this and I want it to end. Do you understand?" Addicus said in an angry yet relaxed tone.
"I understand, Sir. I won't fail you again," JJ assured him and hung up.
Addicus put down the phone and walked over to a portrait of him and his parents hanging on the wall of his bedroom. He stared at his father in the portraiture with disdain and abhorrence in his eyes.