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Central International Airport Chapter #6Nothing to Lose, Everything to De-Plane by: Unknown Kanya was stressed, a bundle of nerves. She was hot, sweating, and feeling quite claustrophobic while she sat in her seat, waiting, begging, willing the plane to just take off, Please! Take Off! she muttered to herself, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. A rather large Samoan woman with a bundle in her arms was making way down the aisle, a flight attendant and that curious gentleman following close behind, though Kanya felt all eyes on her.
She couldn't take the heat any longer, it was suffocating her; she shrugged off her knee-length calf-skin sweater and exhaled with relief as the cool re-circulated air streamed over her clammy, sweat-soaked forearms. The jewels were still securely sewn into the lining of the sweater, tucked safely under her as the large Samoan woman took her seat across the aisle, her baby cooing and gurgling in her arms.
The flight attendant approached Kanya, Justin Avery standing behind her, a confident and cocky smirk across his face.
"Excuse me, miss..." the flight attendant summoned, as another pair of armed security officers boarded the plane and made a beeline downthe aisle. "I'm going to have to ask you to deboard the plane and return to the terminal with these men..."
"Son of a bitch!" Kanya glared at Justin, who shrugged off her death-ray vision, still flashing that smirk.
"Germs..." Justin mumbled. "You're spreading disease.. you are a disease..."
While Kanya was escorted from the plane, Justin took his seat, 17B, next to hers. It was only then that Kanya and Justin both came to the same realization: Kanya had left her jewel-laden sweater behind!
Justin watched along with the other passengers as the men escorted Kanya from the plane. He collected her sweater from the seat next to him, noting its unusual heft, and a few odd lumps in the fabric of the lining. He also noticed Kanya's panic-stricken glances back into the cabin, and her every attempt to free herself from the custody of the security officers, but she remained quiet. She couldn't give away the fact that she had left the jewels, Raul's riches, behind.
Sewn into the collar of Kanya's sweater, Justin found a tag with a 10-digit number embroidered upon it. 481-516-2342... a code? a combination? a telephone number??
When the fugitive was securely removed from the plane, the jet began to slowly taxi away from the jetway. In a few minutes, the pilot would request that all electronic equipment be stowed, cell phones turned off, and Justin would be unable to take any further action for the next 9 hours, while the plane was enroute to Bermuda.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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