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July.5.2004

9:35-AM

Near the coast of Italy while on board the, USS R. Ludlum

It was a claim morning. A light breeze blew against the aircraft carrier with fighter jets and helicopters all sitting waiting to be called into service. The sun slowly came up with little fluffy clouds in the sky. The water was very claim as weather reports stated it was going to be like this for a few days till a thunderstorm came rolling in.

Lying on my bunk bed while reading a paperback of Day Of The Cheetah by Dale Brown. My head was resting against the pillow. Wearing a blank shirt, green pants and black boots with a black digital watch facing upside down on my left arm. I had light blue eyes, short black hair and my dogtags. Muscular body frame with a massive 8 pack on my belly.

Playing in the background was Screaming For Vengeance by Judas Priest on the CD boombox. Dancing to the music was Miles “Mr. Shades" Edwards for always wearing his black sunglasses along with his taste in 80's music. I didn't mind it as it was better than most of the music I heard today.

Edwards a light grey rat with spiked hair, light green eyes, muscular body frame with a few tattoos on both his arms and chest. Only wearing his green pants, boots and tactical gloves, dogtags and a gold watch on his left arm. As the song finished, Edwards pressed the pause button, then turned over to see me still reading.

He asked, “Yo, you're reading that book again?" I replied, “Come on, Edwards. You know how much I love this Cold War stuff." Edwards shook his head and said, “Man, that's so old. We never got the chance to fight against the Soviets...I mean the Russians." I said, “Hey, this novel is from the late 80s, you love that era."

Edwards replied, “Look, I don't mind music or films from that era but books are so different." I chuckled and said, “Edwards, you can't judge a book because it isn't from today. Hell, there are so many wonderful books I own from the past and I think a lot people could learn something from them. Hell, even see that novels can offer more than what films do, anyway."

Edwards asked, “You mean like saying Flash Fire is better than the novel it's based on?" I replied, “Don't even get my started on that again. I swear if they make a damn sequel to that film! I might borrow a jet and blow that bastard out of the sky for ruining such a great novel!"

Edwards lightly laughed and asked, “And the missile you fired? One of the maintenance crews will notice it missing." Turning the page, I replied, “I'll just get another one from storage and refuel it too so nobody will notice a thing." Edwards chuckled and went to play his music again when the hatch door opened.

Stepping inside was Tyson, “The Stalker" Rover a very tall and strong man. Wearing his black tank top, black pants, black boots, thick brown belt. He had very short blonde hair, dark eyes and spoke with a deep voice, “Are you two still going on about Flash Fire? I heard they're playing it tonight in the theatre." Edwards laughed I said, “Haha, you wish!"

Stalker got his name for the fact he could stay close to his target and not once lose it, nor allow the enemy to get the drop on him. And during training, he was always good at getting the drop on us. Tyson looked over at me and asked, “Same book again?" I replied, “This is my favourite out of the series. Just think controlling a fighter jet with just your thoughts." Tyson replied, “I rather fly with my hands. Just the way I like handling my ladies." He and Edwards laughed.

Suddenly a voice boomed on the speaker, “Squad 77, report to command at once!" I sighed and said, “Goddamn it! Always when I'm at the good part!" Grabbing the book marker and placed it into the book, getting up and grabbed my jacket. Edwards put on his tank top, then his jacket.

All three of us made it to command and saw the 4th member our squad. Jack “The Rock" Heller. The only person I didn't like on my squad, I wish when the Navy gave us our nicknames they choose, “Asshole" for Heller because he was the biggest a-hole we had on this ship. Already wearing his jumpsuit with his buzz cut hair that made look like he had a 2nd dick on his head. Light brown eyes, very muscular body that was solid than steel. I heard a story once that someone tried picking a fight with him after a guy caught him chatting with his girl, sadly the man lost with a broken jaw along having both his legs shattered. The girl, of course left the guy for him. Of all the men in the world she could have picked, she choose this asshole!

The captain looked at us and said, “Good, you're all here. Now here's the situation. We got a call from France that an airliner has been hijacked and is trying to reach the Africa. I want you boys to go up there and try to get the terrorists to turn the airliner around. The Italian Navy will also be called in if things get nasty."

Edwards asked, “We're not going to shoot it down are we?" The Captain replied, “I hope it doesn't come to that. Now suit up and get moving." Heller looked at me and said with a smirk on his face, “See ya in the skies, Cocky." Goddamn, of all the nicknames I had to get was Cocky! I ignored him and said, “Right away sir!" Making our way to the locker room I thought, “I swear! One of these days, Heller is gonna get it!"

After suiting up, we hopped in our Raptor X-15 fighter jets, sped off the flight deck and into the skies. They all painted jet black with nasty shark smiles on them with glowing red eyes. On each fighter, our nicknames painted on them. Leading the group was Heller, as I followed behind him with Edwards and Tyson on both sides of me.

Heller spoke to all of us on the headset, “Alright, listen up, men. The terrorists are refusing to stop. Our mission is simple, make them change their minds or else." I said, “Let's hope it doesn't come to the 2nd choice." Edwards asked, “How many passengers are on the plane?" Heller replied, “It's an Airbus so it might have over 200 or more people on board."

Tyson said, “My god! This is bad!" I asked, “So what, we just fly up to them with the aid of the Italian fighters and force them to land?" Heller replied, “That's idea, Cocky." I was so tempted to lock a heat-seeking missile and blast it up his ass! Then we heard Richards from the USS R. Ludlum say, “Squad 77, Paris Airways 362 is hitting straight for you. You are ordered to force the flight to land in the nearest military base with ground forces standing by."

I asked, “Any information on the terrorists, Richards?" He replied, “We could gather is that it's at least 7 or 10 guys heavily armed and claim to have bombs on the plane." Edwards said, “Shit, these guys aren't fucking around." Heller snorted and said, “If they have bombs then what's the point of stealing a plane." I replied, “Sounds like they plan to plant a bomb on every hostage and use them a bargaining chip to get where they want to go."

Heller said nothing, just as I thought. Then he said, “Alright men, I got Flight 362 on my radar now. Let's fly by and show these guys who's boss!" Tyson said, “Be careful not to fly too close to the plane." Heller replied, “I know. Spread far apart so they can see who's coming."

Ahead of us I could see the airliner, a bright blue plane with red & white stripes on it. Edwards asked, “Where is that backup we're supposed to be getting..." A sudden exploded happened as Edwards was hit. Jerking my head over to see fighter jets coming behind us and we're locking onto us.

Edwards, “I'M HIT! I'M FUCKIN' HIT! GOING DOWN! GOING DOWN!" Tyson yelled, “WHAT THE HELL!?" I said, “It's a trap!" I heard the noise that I was being locked on. I quickly pulled away and yelled, “RICHARDS! IT'S A GODDAMN TRAP! WE'RE BEING ATTACKED BY ENEMY AIRCRAFT!" Heller quickly turned around along with Tyson as the airliner flew past us.

Turning over to see Edwards hasn't ejected out yet. I yelled, “EDWARDS! EJECT NOW! EJECT!" My heart was racing, watching his fighter going down. That warning noise came on. I was forced to look away. Trying to avoid getting a lock on, I heard Richards say, “We're sending backup now! Just hang in there."

Tyson took out the fighter that was on my ass. I said, “Thanks, Stalker." Tyson replied, “I got your back, man." Forcing myself to stop thinking about Edwards and stay focus on dealing with the enemy aircraft. I saw an enemy aircraft trying to catch up the airliner.

Chasing after it, I locked on and fired a missile. I hit it as the fighter jet exploded into pieces. Heller and Tyson shot down two enemy fighters while another one was trying to lock onto me. I said, “Don't have time for this bullshit!" I eased off the power, allowing the enemy fighter jet to fly above me, then pulled the lever forward. Arming my cannons, I let loose on them pumping round after round into the enemy fighter till it blew up.

Richard's voice came on our headset, “Back up is on the way. We just gotten word that the terrorists have broken into an air base, killed most of the people there and stole their fighter jets." I said, “What the hell is this all about?" Heller said, “Don't worry about that now, Cocky! Just take these bastards down!"

Just as I went to look for a target, Tyson was hit as his fighter jet dropped down and exploded. Turning my head to see who shot him down. I angrily yelled, “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Chasing after the enemy fighter as I locked it on and fired a missile. It zoomed right into it's after burner and blew up. Feeling the anger boiling inside of me, I saw the airliner was getting away.

On radar, I saw the backup was coming. I said, “Rock, I'm going after that airliner! Take care of the fighters for me!" Zooming by him but he didn't, he went after me. I asked, “Rock? What are you doing!? He replied, “Stopping those bastards from getting away." I yelled, “NO! DON'T YOU FUCKIN' DARE SHOOT IT DOWN!" He didn't respond, putting more power into my fighter so I could get in front of him.

Heller yelled, “Get out of the way!" I said, “You want shot down this plane! Then you're going to have to take me out first!" Suddenly the enemy fighters were chasing after Heller, firing their cannons at us, forcing him to move away. This allowed me to get close enough to the airliner.

It was an Airbus, but it only had two engines. My mind was racing with so many thoughts of how to stop it. Then I heard, Captain's voice, “Cocky! Back off now! You're about to enter Algeria air space! They'll shot you down if you break away." I said, “But the airliner!" So many horrible thoughts were running through my mind of seeing so many people killed.

I couldn't let those terrorist bastards get away. I had to try something! Flying beside the plane I changed radio channel and said, “Richards! Give me Flight 362 radio channel now!" He gave the number as I punched it in and said, “Paris Flight 362! This is your final warning! Turn the plane around at once or you risk being shot down! I say again, turn around now!"

Feeling my heart was going to explode from my chest as I prayed the terrorists would reason with me and not want to risk their lives for whatever they were trying to do. Looking over to the passenger windows, I saw an image that would forever remain in my memory forever.

Staring back at me was a cute young girl looking over at me. Despite what was happening, she wasn't scared at all. She smiled and waved back at me. Everything felt like it was moving slowly and quiet. Then, in a split second everything changed when I saw bright flames inside the plane, followed by an explosion.

The whole airliner blew to pieces as the burning wreckage fell to the sea below me. I felt my heart sank just watching this. My eyes watered as I screamed, “NNNNNOOOOOOO!" I then heard voices ordering me to turn back. I did what they wanted since there wasn't much I could do now.

When I landed back on the USS R. Ludlum, I took off my helmet and cried. How could everything go wrong so fast like that? I then felt someone touching my shoulder. It was a crew member with a stepladder to help me out. Climbing out of the fighter to see Heller walking over towards me. But I notice something, a smirk on his face.

My blood boiled with rage knowing he shot down the plane. I yelled and ram my body at full force knocking him down onto the flight deck throwing the hardest punches I could till more crew members pulled me off of a Heller and the rest kept him away from trying to fight back.

During the debriefing, I learned that, in fact Heller was ordered to shoot down the plane to stop the terrorists from escaping. We lost Tyson who died during the ambush attack but Edwards manage to eject, however at the cost of having his back injured. He was being treated down at the hospital after pulling his body out of the water.

The Captain stated that this was a staged attack by “The Hands Of Death" some extreme Middle Eastern group. And the orders given to shoot down the plane were none other than the French President. However, the Navy, the French or Italians weren't going to say what really happened. They were all going to feed the public the bullshit that the terrorists blew up the plane themselves after we took out their escort.

I was so disgusted by this I wanted to kill Heller, Captain and everyone else evolved this horrible tragedy that happened today! This wasn't the reason why I became a fighter pilot! I wanted to save lives and fight our enemies! Not killing civilians for the sake of securely! Taking off my Navy badge, slammed it on the Captain's desk and said, “I quit! Didn't sign up for this bullshit!"

I stormed out of the Captain's office but before I left, he said, “Norton!" I sighed, turned around to look at him. He spoke with a firm voice, “Norton, if you go public with this. We will do everything in our power to stop you." Heller staring at me with that fucking smirk on his face.

Looking back at Captain, I replied, “Yeah, I understand. Not worth wasting my life for the shit we're in!" Slamming the door hard as I could, returned to my room and began packing up everything. After signing some paperwork, I was out on a plane back to America.

I wanted to visit Edwards, but that was out of the question now. Quitting the Navy meant I lost my rank among the military, so I had no authority here. I was just a civilian, like everybody else now. But that didn't mean I could still fly. After all, what the hell else was I supposed to do for work now? I didn't want to spend the rest of my life flipping burgers at some fast food joint, cleaning toilets or doing something I wasn't qualified to do.

Sure, during the interviews I posted for different airline companies would ask for my military background as a fighter pilot. Bet those pricks erased my files so nobody could gain access to my records, so I told them I had under 8.000 hours of flight time. It would have 13.000 hours if I could tell them what really happened back in Italy but didn't want to end up in some prison knowing full well the dirty tricks they'll play to keep me silent. After months of training, I was now working as an airline pilot for Paradise Airways.

Feb.9.2015

Miami, Florida

6:00-AM

Waking to my alarm clock as I reached over and smacked the snooze button. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, then left my bed and took a hot shower. At 34, I didn't look young as I used to, but kept myself in top shape, refusing to let myself become lazy or gain too much body fat. Letting my hair glow a little longer while shaving off unwanted facial hair as I didn't want a bread.

After my shower, I got dressed, flipped on the kitchen light, and began making breakfast. Wearing my Paradise Airways uniform, which was almost like a Hawaiian shirt with purple and green palm trees against the black background, so it would stand out. Wearing a golden pin with airline name along with my full name, “Norton Weeks" It was so much better than, “Cocky"

Once I had breakfast ready, I entered my living room, which had tall glass windows as I could see my big outdoor poor with a nice patio deck that gave a great view of the open sea. Glad it was up high so nobody could see me swimming naked or dealing with nosy neighbours.

Sitting on my leather couch, I turned on the wide screen TV and had it on the weather channel. I hated watching the news or anything I didn't care about. A white & grey leopard woman wearing a very shiny yet tight dress it showed off her huge breasts, wide hips and thick bubble butt. Had long white hair and light blue eyes.

She talked about the weather being very sunny and clear skies for a full week. However, looking at her reminded me of my ex-girl who I broke up with a few weeks ago after she couldn't stand the idea of me being away for too long and not enough time with her. What the hell did she expect? I'm a pilot, not an office worker or a pizza delivery guy! Not only that, but my refusal to update myself was the last straw and told her to pack up and go!

Just because the world has to update it's self every fuckin' minute doesn't mean I have to. After hearing the weather report, I shut off the TV, finished my breakfast and took my briefcase, and walked into my garage. Inside was a nice blue 04 Ford Mustang. I spent every dollar to keep her running and upgraded the car, so it wasn't slow and tough enough to survive anything that was thrown at it. Dark tinted windows, dual side exhaust pipes and with a soft top as well.

Opened my garage door and sped out as it closed by behind me as I made my way to Miami Airport. Shifting gears while passing through slow traffic, I pushed my mirror sunglasses in place while nodding my head to Pain Killer by Judas Priest blasting away on the CD player.

Once I reached the employees' parking lot, I showed a guard my ID badge as he let me through. Pulling into the massive parking garage, I always kept my Mustang out of the sunlight so it won't bake to death. Getting out, locked my car and went through security. After they saw I was clear and not carrying anything dangerous, they let me through.

Siging in the airport's office with each airliner using different floors where their pilots and crew worked. I heard my boss calling me, “Hey Norton!" Turning my head over from my desk was the CEO of Paradise Airways, Carl Masters. A big man always wearing his flashy suits and colour ties. Very short hair, light brown eyes and wearing a headset

Lightly smiled and said, “Morning, Carl." He chuckled and asked, “So, you're still driving that Mustang hu?" I replied, “You know I'll never get rid of that car. It's my favourite year of the Mustang." Carl lightly laughed then said, “Norton, we got a new flight officer that will be joining you today." I asked, “What happen to Dennis?" Carl replied, “He retried." I said, “What? Already."

Carl said, “I'm afraid so. He just wants to relax, enjoy golfing and spending time with his wife." I said, “Glad I'm not married." Carl said, “Trust me, it's not worth it. Anyway, this new guy, Jim Parker, will be taking over, Dennis." I asked, “How good is he?" Carl replied, “Only the best for my company." Carl then handed me the files and said, “These will be your flights today. You got a long day ahead of ya." I replied, “Sounds good. So when I meet this new guy?"

Carl replied, “Once he gets back here in his uniform, he'll join you on your first flight together. Just a heads up. He can be a bit chatty." I said, “As long as he does his job right. Then I'm fine with it." Carl nodded his head and said, “I'm sure you two will get along fine." We heard movement coming towards us, as this must be Parker. Turning over to him, he was very tall and handsome looking otter.

Had light brown fur, short yet spiky blonde hair, light blue eyes, black nose and lips. Even with his Paradise uniform on, I could tell Jim had a very muscular body frame. Jim lightly smiled and said, “Hey, Carl. Hope I'm not late." Carl replied, “Not at all Jim, you look great." He turned to me as Carl said, “Jim, meet your captain, Norton Weeks. You'll be flying with him today. And don't forget to go over the files as you two will be doing a lot travelling today."

Carl walked away, leaving us be. Switching the files from to my other hand as I went to shake Jim's hand. I said, “Nice to meet you, Jim." Jim reached for my hand and shook it, then said, “Same here, man." After shaking hands, we stared at each for a bit till I broke the silence, “Anyway. Let's see where we're going today."

Flipping it open when I heard a loud buzzing noise. Jim said, “Oh, sorry that's for me." He reached into his uniform pocket to pull out his cell phone. I can't believe how many people were carrying these damn things. Glad I never bought one. While reading over the files I said, “You know you have to turn that phone off during the flight." Jim replied, “I know, just texting my mom that I got the job and I'm flying today."

I lightly smiled and said, “That's nice." In total, we have five flights to make, starting with one to New York than back to Miami.2nd flight would take us to Las Vegas then back to Miami again. 3rd flight was to Canada and back to Miami. 4th flight was the longest, to L.A. and back here, then finishing off another flight to Canada and back to Miami.

After Jim put his phone away, I said, “These are the flights for today." He read it over and said, “Wow, it's gonna be a busy day." I said, “Yep it is. Let's not keep our passengers waiting any longer." Jim followed me through the airport as we got on board our plane. Paradise Airways Flight 069. Jim said, “Aww, it's the brand new Boeing 949." I said, “Like the 747 better."

Jim asked, “You used to fly those?" I replied, “Paradise Airways still owns them and yes, I always enjoyed flying a 747." Jim said, “Don't see many of those lately." Getting on board the plane I said, “I know, it's a big plane meant for long distance flying even so, it's a great plane." Jim said, “I heard they might their making an even bigger plane."

I asked, “The Mega 747?" Jim lightly laughed and said, “No, they're just going to call it the 797." The other crew members got on board the plane as we both entered the cockpit. I said, “I'm not sure, it's hard to beat a classic you know." Jim asked, “Have you seen the ads for it, it looks great." I replied, “I'll look into that later. Now let's began with our..." A heard Jim's cell phone buzzing again. Looking over at him, Jim said, “Sorry." He quickly pulled it out, texted a message, then shut it off and said, “Ok, it's off. Now checklist." Nodding my head as we went over the steps to ensure the plane was ready for takeoff.

After the checklist was done, the passengers began boarding the plane while me and Jim put our headsets on talking with the control tower. While waiting for everyone to get on board. Jim turned to me and asked, “So, Norton. How many flight hours do you have?" I looked at him then said, “15.500 hours." Jim said, “Wow, you been flying a lot." I said, “Yeah, since 2005."

Jim said, “Nice, I got 10.000 hours under my belt." Wow, that was higher than I thought it would be. I asked, “When you did you start flying?" Jim looked over at me and replied, “Since 2009. Worked at different airline companies till I landed a job here." I then heard on my headset, “Alright, Norton. All your passengers are on board. Prepare for takeoff." I replied, “Roger that."

I said, “Jim, get the plane ready while I speak to the passengers." Jim replied, “Got it." I changed the channel knob on my headset, then press a button to speak with the passengers. I said, “Good morning passengers, this your captain, Norton Weeks speaking. Our flight today will be in New York City and returning to Miami. And flying with me today is my new flight officer. Please give a warm welcome to Jim Parker who just joined, Paradise Airways. America's number 1 airline to travel on."

Jim lightly smiled at me as I chuckled. I said, “We'll be leaving shortly, so pack in your luggage, put those seat belts on and thank you again for flying with Paradise Airways. We hope to see you again on your next flight." Changing the knob on my headset, then back to air traffic control. Once they cleared us, I fired up the engines and made our way to the runaway.

Before take off I turned to Jim and asked, “Hey, want to do take off?" Jim looked over at me and said, “Sure." I said, “Passing controls to you." Jim replied, “Got it." Then we both heard air traffic control say, “Alright Flight 069 you are cleared for takeoff." I replied, “Copy." Turning over to Jim and said, “Hit it." Jim lightly smiled as he pulled the throttle lever forward as the Boeing 979 began moving quickly.

The plane was gaining more speed. I said, “V1." Jim waited a bit before starting to lift the plane up. I said, “V2." Checking the speed gauge then said, “V3 and rotate." Jim pulled back on the yoke till the plane was flying in the air. Jim said as he raised the landing gear, “Landing gear up." Once I saw all three green lights turning on, letting us know the landing wasn't down. I said, “Landing gear is up." Air traffic said, “Flight 069 please come to 24.000 feet." I replied, “Roger that." Jim said, “Taking us to 24.000 feet." Once we reached the height we had to be at, Jim said, “Ok, putting auto pilot on and everything is good." Looking over at him then said, “Excellent work, Jim." He replied with a smile, “Thanks."

Los Angeles, California

3:00-PM

The first few flights went very well. Jim was good at flying and didn't talk much. But during the moments of us flying, there were times I couldn't help myself but glance over at him. I didn't know why I kept doing this as I was trying hard to focus on my job, but work was the only thing I been doing lately. Sure, when I had time off and relaxed, enjoy myself, but not spending time with someone else was taking a toll on me. I wasn't attracted to Jim, but it would be nice to have a friend hang out with.

It was very sunny with little clouds in the sky and wind speed was very low. This would be an easy flight to Miami. While waiting for our refuelling to finish, I turned over to Jim, who was texting on his cell phone. Looking away as I suddenly felt shy to ask him. “Come on, you're just asking him to hang out for a bit. Not like you're going on a date with him." I thought, then reached over for my can of Coke, drank it then said, “Hey Jim."

Jim finished texting and asked, “Yeah? What's up?" Looking at him, I asked, “So, you live in Miami, right?" Jim replied, “Yep, I moved a few days ago after getting the job at Paradise Airways. I came all the way from Arizona." I said, “Wow, I bet it's nice there." Jim replied, “Yeah, it's got some lovely trails to go on." I said, “Nice, say I was wondering if you like to go out for dinner." Jim looked at asked, “Dinner?" I replied, “Yeah, I know this pizza joint I like going to. Just the two of hanging out for fun."

Jim thought about it then asked, “Ok, and after that?" I said, “We could chill at my place and have a few beers. I even got a swimming pool." Jim looked at me for a bit then said, “Sure, why not. I don't even have any friends here since most are from Arizona." I said, “Thanks. So does Friday or Saturday work for you?" Jim replied, “Make it Saturday at 6-PM." I said, “Alright, the pizza joint is Tony's Pizza." Jim said, “Aww, like Italian food, hu?" I replied, “No, it's named after the movie character, Tony Montana from Scarface."

Jim stared at me for a bit then asked, “Is it a really old film?" I said, “No, it's not that old. It's from 83." Jim said, “That's still old." I asked, “You never seen Scarface?" Jim shook his head. I said, “We'll have to fix that." Jim asked, “What's it about, anyway?" I said, “It's crime film about the rise and fall of a Cuba drug lord, Tony Montana. He said a very well known line in the film." Jim looked at me as I tried my best to react Tony Montana, “Say hello to my little friend!" Jim stared at me, not knowing I was talking about.

I asked, “You do like crime films right?" Jim replied, “Yeah but I never seen the one you're talking about." He was about to begin texting on his phone again. I asked, “Ok, how about movies that place on a plane. Seen any of those?" Jim said, “Well...I did a few. Would Snakes On A Plane count?" I chuckled and said, “Yeah, that one counts." Jim asked, “You really liked that film?"

I replied, “Yeah, it's a fun film. Not all the films I like are serious like, Scarface." Jim asked, “Like comedy films?" I said, “No, not really. But do like dark humour in my films." Jim lightly nodded his head and said, “I'm sure we'll get to know each others taste in films, music and other stuff later." I then heard a voice on my headset that refuelling was done. I said, “Roger that. We'll get all set here for the passengers." Jim put his cell phone away and said, “Alright, let's begin checklist." I replied, “Right."

By 3:40-PM we were moving towards the runaway. Jim said, “I'll let you handle this one." I said, “Ok, checklist complete." Jim said, “We're looking good here, Norton." Once control tower cleared us for takeoff, I pulled the throttle lever forward and waited for the right moment to life the plane up. Jim said, “V1." We were gaining more speed. “V2" Jim said. Once we reached the 3rd and final moment, I lifted up the plane then said, “Landing gear up." Jim got it for me as I climbed higher till I reached a height of 30.000 feet.

Jim asked, “Auto pilot?" I replied, “No thanks, I rather fly it manually." Jim stared at me and asked, “Why not let the plane do the rest of the work for you." I said, “I only use it when I feel like it. I just prefer flying it myself, that's all." Jim asked, “So you can add up your flight hours?" I said, “No that's not my reason for it, Jim...it's...it's because of my days back in the Navy."

Jim asked, “Navy? You used to be a fighter pilot?" I replied, “Yes, and I was very good pilot. But things didn't work out in the end, so I left and became a commercial pilot. Besides, I like flying and enjoy nice peaceful flights than having to be stressed out." Jim said, “Yeah that's true." Air traffic contacted us as I talked to them and went higher in the sky to avoid a storm coming in from the south.

I'm glad Jim didn't ask any further questions about my days as a fighter pilot. I'm forever haunted on that day that everything went wrong. I knew Edwards had a grunge against the Navy and our government for what happened on that day. Me, I just put the pass behind me and moved on. Some battles we can win and others we can not. Wasn't worth risking my life to get revenge all those years ago, besides what would I gain out of it?

Miami, Florida

Feb.10

2:00-AM

Walking with Jim beside me as he said, “Damn, all that flying sure has me tired." I said, “You'll get used to it." Jim said, “Glad I don't have any work tomorrow." I replied, “Same here, I'm gonna need all the rest I can get for later." Entering the parking garage and went to my Ford Mustang.

Jim asked, “This is your car?" I said, “Yes it is. Like it?" Jim looked at it, then back at me and asked, “What year is it?" I said, “04 Mustang." Jim said, “Wow, you really like the classics." I chuckled and said, “You bet. So what kind of car you got?" Jim pointed across from us to a sliver 2015 Toyota Tacoma truck. It was heavily upgraded.

I said, “Nice truck." Jim lightly smiled and said, “Thanks, so Saturday we're still on?" I said, “Of course. I'll write down so I don't forget. Tony's Place on Saturday at 6-PM." Jim said, “Alright, see ya later, Norton." I said, “Ok, bye Jim. See ya soon." We got both into our vehicles and started them up. Jim drove off first as he waved at me. I waved back and watched his truck driving by. It felt good knowing I had a not only a skilled flight officer but a new friend to hang out with. I was looking forward to Saturday night of eating pizza, chilling out with Jim and maybe a swim would hit the spot.

Feb.14

6:00-PM

I pulled into the parking lot at Tony's Pizza on time. Shifted the gear into Park, killed the engine and waited a bit for Jim to show up. I was wearing my leather jacket, blue shirt, blue shorts and running shoes with short socks. A few moments later, Jim's sliver Toyota Tacoma pulled up right beside me. Stepping out of my car as Jim hopped out of his truck.

Wearing a long black sleeve shirt with a leather vest on, blank pants with cowboy boots. Thick black belt with a fancy sliver buckle on it. I said, “Hey Jim, nice boots you got there." Jim chuckled then said, “Thanks. I haven't worn them in a while so I thought of putting them on." We stared at each other for till I broke the silence, “Alright, let's get some pizza!"

Stepping inside always brought me joy when entering Tony's Pizza. The owner Joe Lopez, who was from Cuba, made this place feel like you were stepping back into 1983 and all that hard has really paid off. Even the actors, director and screenwriter all came here for the 30th anniversary of Scarface which he proudly display a large picture of him with the cast and crew in his restaurant.

Inside were neon lights, lots of 80s relics, flashing lights, speakers playing 80s theme music which happen to be playing “Push It To The Limit" The whole restaurant layout was a mixture of Babylon Club and Tony's mansion. Joe even had a dance floor to allow people to come in and have a good time. I was nodding my head to the music while Jim was looking around, amazed what he was seeing.

Jim said, “Wow, this is cool." I chuckled and said, “Knew you would like it." Then, Joe's daughter Ginger came out wearing a white & red uniform that matched the colour of Tony's fancy suit he wore in the face. She had long red hair, dark blue eyes and was very pretty looking. I smiled and said, “Hey, Ginger." She replied, “Hey, Norton! Good to see ya again." Nodding my head as I turned over and said, “Ginger, please meet my new friend and flight officer, Jim Parker. He just joined Paradise Airways."

Jim lightly smiled, then said, “Hi, Ginger. Nice to meet you." She chuckled and said, “Here, I'll get you two a seat." We followed her as I saw a few regulars that liked coming here. We sat down in comfy leather seats then Ginger placed the menus in front of us and asked, “So, what drinks do you want guys?" I said, “I'll have a Coke, please." Jim said, “Same here." Ginger said, “Alright, coming up."

She walked away as we both looked over the menus. Jim said, “Wow, this place has a lot to choice from." I said, “Wait till you try their wings. Mmm, so good." Jim replied, “Alright, I'll get some with BBQ sauce." I said, “I like mine extra spicy." Jim looked up at me and asked, “Really?" Looking up at him. I chuckled and said, “Yeah, I like it hot." Jim lightly laughed. Again, we started at each for a bit till Ginger came back with our drinks.

We placed our orders and waited for the pizza and wings to be ready. Jim asked, “So, Norton how was your week been?" I replied, “Alright, just the usually. Glad we got to fly together again on Friday, as I hate flying with Miller. Such an old grumpy man! Can't believe he hasn't retired yet, but Dennis did." Jim said, “Never saw Miller." Drinking my cold ice class of Coke, then said, “Be thankful. Worst flight officer I ever had to work with. I heard he was planning his retirement soon. Just hope it isn't with me on his day."

Jim drank his Coke and said, “Most of the other pilots are alright. But they aren't chilled as you are. I know being a pilot is a serious job, but that doesn't mean you have to be a hard ass to everyone else." I said, “Yeah, some of them are too strict on following rules and not having fun. As long as you're not chatting during takeoff or landing, then it's fine. But some of them are to focus on work and not themselves or anyone else."

Jim asked, “Say, Norton have you ever flown through bad weather?" I said, “Yes, some really nasty storms, which I only had to call off two landings because it was too risky. But most of them I do land in despite the control tower trying to get my land somewhere else." Jim said, “Yeah, I flew in one and couldn't land the plane so went over to another airport and got fired because the airliner boss was a prick."

I said, “I know how that feels. Some of these people care more about money than safety." Jim lightly chuckled and said, “Well, on a brighter note, that guy lost his job after that crash in Texas when NTSB found out he was forcing his pilots to land in bad weather to ensure his company didn't loose too much money." I said, “Oh, that was South End Airlines, yeah, heard the boss was a prick too."

Jim said, “Glad he isn't around anymore. He would have gotten more people killed then bring them to their destination." I replied, “Same here, not healthy business to be running if it's all about, money then safety." Jim asked, “So what other airlines have you worked with before joining Paradise Airways?" Drinking my Coke then said, “First it was Blue Moon Airways. I joined them in 2005. They were a very good company with friendly people to work with. Had such a great fleet of planes to fly on. I even did VIP flights too, which paid a lot of money."

Jim asked, “What happen to them?" I said, “The owner died while playing golf. Had a heart attack as he was a big smoker. A shame too because nobody else in his family couldn't run the business better than him and his son ended up selling it to another company. All for the sake of goddamn money." Jim asked, “That sucks, man. And when did this company start back in?" I replied, “They formed back in 75 and ended in 2009. The found of Blue Moon Airlines, Kenny Miles, died in 07. I had the chance to hang out with him before he passed away. Such a nice guy. And the other airlines I worked for Full Speed Air for a short while, then Jupiter Airways. They mostly do VIP stuff and I was their top captain till Carl from Paradise Airways heard about me and made me a offer to join his company as he paid more than what Jupiter was paying me. As much as I enjoy flying in good planes and working with wonderful people. That pay really helped me out a lot."

Jim said, “That's true. Yeah, after South End Airlines, I joined Northern Star Airways. It paid well and there were some nice people there. But when I heard an opening for Paradise Airways, I jumped at it hoping for a better career and was glad I got it. Although I had to move from Arizona to Miami." I said, “I know what you mean. Before I used to live in California."

Jim asked, “Really?" I replied, “Yeah, in Long Beach, man I miss that place sometimes." Jim asked, “Why didn't you say anything about it when we we're in L.A.?" I said, “Must have slipped my mind. It's alright. Besides, I like it here better than in L.A." Jim and I finished our Cokes as Ginger came back with our order. Jim said, “Alright, this looks good."

Ginger chuckled and said, “Trust me, after you eat here. You never want to go anyplace else." Jim lightly laughed as I said, “Two refills please." Ginger replied, “Coming up and enjoy guys." It didn't take her long to bring us fresh glasses of Coke while we we're both eating our pizza and chicken wings. I asked, “How is it?" Jim finished chewing on his chicken wing and said, “Wow, this...this is the best man! I had good, but this is better!" I chuckled then said, “I knew you would like it."

Just then, Joe walked over. I said, “Hey Joe! Good to see ya again!" He was a short yet big man with short black hair, short black mustache, dark blue eyes. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, black pants, leather dress shoes, and a golden watch. Joe lightly laughed and said, “Norton! Where the hell have you been man?" I replied, “You know me, up in the sky flying all over the place." Joe lightly laughed then turned over to Jim.

I said, “Joe, please meet Jim Parker. He's my new friend and flight officer for Paradise Airways. He just joined the company." Joe reached his arm out and shook his head and said, “Nice to see a new face around here. How's the food?" Jim replied, “I love it, Joe. Best damn pizza and chicken wings I ever had." Joe lightly laughed and said, “Good, good. That's what I wanna here." He then asked, “Are you new here, Jim?" Jim replied, “Yes, just moved here a few weeks ago. It's nice here, and this restaurant is amazing!" Joe smiled and said, “Busted my back to make this business become a dream and every penny I put into it has paid off." Jim said, “I'll be coming here more often." Joe said, “The more customers I have, the better!" He turned back to me and said, “I just beat that bastard down the street from here thinking he could make better chicken wings that me."

I chuckled and said, “Nobody tops your food, Joe." Joe grinned and laughed, then said, “Got that right! Now I'll leave you two be. Enjoy." Jim said, “Thank you." Joe walked away I said, “He's such a nice yet funny guy." Jim chuckled as we continued to eat and chat a little more all the while staring into each other as I couldn't help but feel a strange feeling inside of me.

8:45-PM

After dinner, me and Jim drove to my house as I already had a section of beer to choose from. Taking our shoes off, I showed Jim around my place. He said, “Wow, nice place you got here." I replied, “Thanks, what's your place like?" Jim looked at me and said, “Oh, I got this nice, fancy apartment. It's very room and best of all I had enough space to set up my gym equipment, which saves me money on paying a membership."

I said, “Me too, I got gym equipment in my basement and spend every morning working out to keep my old body in shape." Jim said, “You don't look old, Norton." I chuckled and said, “Trust me. When you reach your 30s, you swear you feel older than you should." Jim lightly smiled and said, “No man, I mean you till good look good." I lightly smiled then said, “Thanks." Jim said, “Alright, let's have some beer."

Walking over to my fridge, I opened it and told Jim what I had. He said, “Sunset please." I grabbed two bottles and passed him one, then we both opened them and asked, “So wanna chill in the living room or outside?" Jim replied, “Outside." Nodding my head, I opened the sliding glass door as we stepped out. I flicked a switch, turning on the lights inside the pool. Jim said, “Wow, didn't think your pool would be this big."

I grinned and said, “You know what they say. The bigger the better." Jim laughed as we sat down on lawn chairs. Jim said, “Aww, much better. Thanks again for all of this, Norton." I lightly smiled then said, “You're welcome. It's good to have a friend over as I haven't had anyone here for a long time." Jim turned to me as I drank my beer, then glanced over at him.

He asked, “You don't mind if I ask if you haven't gone out with anyone, have you?" I replied, “It's alright. Yeah, I used to have a girlfriend till I broke up with her a few months ago. Things didn't work out between us. She wanted me to settle down and do all that family stuff that I wasn't into. That and wanting me update my life which I told her to pack your stuff and go."

Jim said, “Ouch, that's terrible." I said, “Sure, most of the stuff I own is from the 2000s with a few 90s and 80s goodies, but that doesn't mean I have to update my whole life because the world does. And I do chat with people I know on those social sites but not a lot." Jim replied, “Yeah, I was born in 89 and grew up in the 90s. Man such good times. I can see why so many people rather stay with their era they grew up in, but hey I don't mind a few changes in my lifestyle." I said, “I was born in 81. Aww, the 80s were such an awesome time. Really wish we would get another era like that again."

Jim said, “Who knows, maybe we will again." I said, “Only time will tell." Drinking my beer, Jim asked, “So you only gone out with one person?" I said, “Well, before splitting up with my girlfriend. There was this other girl I liked from high school. I was going to ask her out, but this jock beat me to her and that's all she ever cared about. So I went in the Navy to forget my troubles since I didn't want a normal type of job."

Looking over at Jim asked, “How about you? Gone out with anyone?" Jim drank his beer and replied, “No, I haven't yet. I would like to too but...I haven't found the right person yet." I could tell Jim was hiding something he didn't want to say, but I wasn't going to force it out. Last thing I wanted to do was ruin this perfect friendship I just started.

Jim finished his beer as I said, “You'll find someone. It just takes time. Want another beer?" Jim replied, “Yes, please." Taking his empty bottle as I came back with two fresh bottles. Jim said, “Thanks." I replied, “You're welcome." Sitting back in my lawn chair. I said, “Aww, such a lovely night." Jim looked at the pool, watching the crystal clear water as the pool lights glowed below.

Jim asked, “So, what are you doing tomorrow?" I said, “Nothing much. I'll just be working out in the morning and put on some movies to watch." Jim asked, “That's it?" I turned over to him and said, “Yeah, I really don't have many places I visit. I already got enough books on my shelf I have to read through." Jim said, “I'll be doing some sightseeing and finding some places to hang out and meet new people."

Nodding my head and said, “Sounds food." I glanced over at Jim as he was looking at the pool. I asked, “I can tell you wanna swim." Jim chuckled and said, “Yeah, haven't gone swimming in a long time. I was thinking of trying the beach out." I replied, “Don't bother. A lot of people hog up space and to top it all off. You got rocks on the shore of the beach which I hate stepping on and unwanted animals." Jim asked, “Sharks?" I said, “No, they're very rare here. Jelly fish are the worst. Wish they would come up with something to keep those stupid jelly fish from ruining the beaches. But hey, I got a pool all to myself which is better."

Jim looked over at me and asked, “Mind if I go swimming in it?" I said, “Sure. If you want to go ahead." Jim lightly blushed and said, “But...I don't have anything to wear." I said, “So? Nobody can see us and besides, I enjoy swimming naked all the time." Jim lightly smiled as he finished his beer and said, “Alright then. What the hell." We stood up and striped out of our clothes. However, I couldn't believe how muscular Jim was.

Jim turned over to me and was impress how good I looked. He chuckled and asked, “So, how old are you, anyway?" I said, “34." Jim smiled then said, “34 hu?" I'm 26, so you look good as I do." Lightly smiled and said, “Thanks." Jim said, “You're welcome. Now let's get wet!"

We both jumped into the pool, as the water wasn't too cold. Swimming to the surface I said, “Aww, just at the right tempter." Jim swam under water for a bit, then broke through the surface. He said, “Wow, this is great." I said, “See, feels so much better being naked than having unwanted clothing dragging you down." Jim and I laughed for a bit as swam around the pool and went under together. But most of all, we were having so much fun, I had forgotten how good it felt.

While swimming, I caught a glimpse of Jim's black cock. It was very big and thick, along with a big pair of balls, too. “Wow, he's big as I am." As we swim underwater, Jim turned around and reached for my hands. Holding them as we stared into each other, then went up to the surface. I swear the strange feeling inside of me was growing stronger.

Suddenly I felt his hands were now exploring my body along with mine while staring into our eyes. Jim brushed and said, “Umm, Norton I didn't want to say anything when I first meet you...but I really like you." I replied, “I could tell you liked me." Jim asked, “You're fine with that?" Moving closer to him I replied, “I don't care. I been too lonely and feeling loved is all that matters." Jim blushed as he brought his lips towards mine and kissed.

I never kissed another guy before but didn't care. Why ruin such a lovely time we we're having together. Our bodies were touching each other and felt my cock fully harden. I felt Jim's hands touching my butt as I was feeling his firm, thick cheeks. We lightly moaned, enjoying our kisses as we slowly moved around the pool. I then felt his cock frotting against mine. Damn, it felt so good I rubbed my big cock against his.

Jim then wrapped his legs around my waist, continuing to rub his cock against mine with my back resting on the pool wall, kissing away. My arms were around his shoulders. We when broke away to catch our breathes, Jim said, “Let's take this out of the pool." I replied, “Yeah, sure." We both hopped out of the pool as I rested on the lawn chair. Jim crawled on top of me, resting his big thick cock against mine. Frotting together with his lips touching mine, and kissed. I felt both our cocks were leaking pre-cum. Jim broke away from his kiss and asked, “Getting close?" I said, “Yeah." He lightly smiled and crawled backwards till his muzzle was close to my cock. Damn, his soft fur felt so goddamn good on my body.

Jim licked my long hard shaft. His soft wet tongue made me lightly moan. He reached the tip and played with it then kissed it and began sucking on my cock. I said while moaning, “Aww, yes. Don't stop." Jim moving his head back and forth till I ejaculated. Jim sucked every drop of cum then licked his lips, then asked, “More?" I replied, “You bet." Jim grinned and said, “Alright, turn around."

I did as I lifted up my butt. Jim spread my cheeks open, then felt his tongue licking my anus. Feeling my cheeks blushing brightly while moaning louder as his tongue dug deeper inside. Once it was fully wet, Jim brought his big thick cock and rubbed it in between my butt for a bit, then pressed his cock into my anus. He said, “Aww, such a tight fit." Moaning louder, I said, “Aww, fuck!"

Once Jim had his cock fully inside of me, he began thrusting as his big balls were smacking into mine. I gripped the lawn chair tightly as we both moaned. I said, “Harder! Go harder!" Jim did what I wanted, as it felt so goddamn good. Could hear the loud smacking noises of his balls hitting mine. Jim moaned, “Aww, so close now!" I replied, “Give it to me." Jim slammed his waist hard into me and felt a big load of cum along with my cock ejaculating again.

Jim moaned and said, “Aww yeah!" I grinned and said, “Ok, my turn now!" Jim pulled his cock out and rested on his back. I got on top of him and kissed him for a bit till I broke away and rubbed my face against his muscular body. Our cocks were still hard as licked off every dip of cum I could find. Kissing and sucking on his big balls, making him moan. I then licked the long shaft till I reached the tip, placing his cock inside of my mouth.

Damn, his cock was bigger than mine, but I could handle it. Sucking away as Jim moaned. I felt more cum leaking out of him. I sucked harder until Jim had an orgasm. Shoving his cock deep in my throat till I had enough and took it out of my mouth. Breathing heavily, I then lifted, Jim's up allowing me to see his anus I placed my cock inside of him and began thrusting. Jim moaned while telling me to go faster. I did hearing the smacking noises of our balls touching each other.

When I felt I was getting close to another orgasm, I slammed my cock hard as Jim released another load of cum along with me. Breathing heavily as I pulled out, then rested on top of him. We kissed for a bit, then lay together looking at the night sky. I rested my head on his soft yet firm pecks. Jim said, “Aww, that was so good." I said, “Yeah, better sex than my ex." We lightly laughed as Jim said, “We'll have to do this again." Resting on top of him I said, “Yeah, a lot." We kissed away as a moon full glowed brightly above us.