It was a forty minute ride to the old air field. Cen dropped Urie outside an old aircraft hangar. The pilot’s name was Ing and he took Urie to his plane. Urie looked at the old beat up plane and shook his head. It had more patches than there was plane. Ing saw that his passenger was a bit concerned and to reassure him he walked over and kicked the plane’s wheel, “Solid, me have plane long time, only two owner.”
“Who was the first, the Wright brothers?” but the comment was lost on Ing. With his backpack stowed Urie climbed aboard.
“You pay now,” and Urie got out five hundred dollars, letting Ing have a quick look at the Beretta he was carrying. It took four attempts to start the engine. Urie followed the large plume of smoke that the engine put out, and the plane took two jumps before it
