Cocaine Delivery
Jake Russell left the Royal Air Force where he used to fly as a pilot of Buccaneers, Jaguars, and Tornados. Jake left the RAF and with what he saved and his pension from the RAF bought himself a Gulfstream 650ER, it was very expensive, but it gave him the chance to keep flying but this time to fly passengers. Jake lived in Farnborough with his wife Lucy and two children Peter and Joan who were both at university both studying engineering. Jake is forty-five years old with a vast experience of flying in all sorts of environments, including flying in war zones with Jaguars, which meant flying at one hundred feet at four hundred knots, being targeted by ground to air missiles, and being shot at by other aircraft.
Jake is five feet six inches tall, with black hair; he is very handsome and is attracted to members of the opposite sex. He keeps himself very fit, by exercising and running every day. Jake’s wife Lucy is a beautiful lady who adores Jake, hates him being away, but knows that his job will take him away from home regularly, but she enjoys the life that the income Jake makes with his Gulfstream.
Jake had arrived home two days ago; Lucy was so happy to have Jake home for the past few days after he had been away for four days. Jake was talking to Lucy while they were washing the dishes from lunch when the phone rang. Lucy sighed; it will be for you I can guarantee it another job. Jake picked up the phone, ‘good afternoon, Jake Russell speaking.’
Jake listened to the caller, ‘what is your name please?’
‘Nice to meet you, Peter.’
‘When do you want to go to Bogota?’
‘The price will be ￡3,000 one way; I can pick up some cargo on the way back and pay for the fuel.’
‘You want to fly to Bogota in two days’ time. Leaving Farnborough at 9 am. I will spend the night in Bogota and return to Farnborough,’
‘If you can email me your passport as a photocopy I will get it checked and get it through passport control.’
‘Look forward to meeting you on Sunday morning.’
‘Bye Peter.’
‘Am I saying goodbye to you again on Sunday,’ said Lucy.
‘Yes, but it is a good earner, flying to Bogota, and flying back via USA, where I will pick up some freight to bring back to Farnborough. But after that I need to put the Gulfstream in for service, I should have put it in this week, but I do not want to miss out on this payday,’ replied Jake.
‘Oh well, at least you will be home for a week during the servicing. Can’t wait for that,’ replied Lucy grinning like a Cheshire cat.
The passport details for Peter arrived the next day. Jake ensured that it was legal, as expected there was no problem.
On Sunday morning Jake kissed Lucy goodbye and drove to Farnborough airport, taking his time putting the flight plan into the Gulfstream. Then met Peter in the terminal and greeted his co-pilot Andy. Being a 10-hour flight Jake required a co-pilot.
Initially, Andy sat next to Jake. The Gulfstream taxied to the end of the runway. Jake opened the throttles and before reaching halfway down the runway they were airborne and climbing to their 40,000 feet cruising altitude. Jake and Andy spoke to air traffic control while they crossed English airspace and once over the Atlantic, Jake went back into the cabin to see Peter. Peter was fascinated to listen to all of Jake’s exploits in the RAF, and the different aircraft types he had flown.
‘Would you be open to a business agreement, my organisation could use a pilot like you, we have a problem at present and you could be the person to fix it for us. You would of course be well rewarded for it,’ asked Peter.
‘I am always open to business deals,’ replied Jake.
‘We can drive and see it once we arrive at Bogota,’ replied Peter.
‘I am already looking forward to it,’ laughed Jake, ‘but now I have to get some sleep, to let Andy have a break in four hours’ time.’
Jake walked to the back of the Gulfstream and settled down to sleep.
They arrived in Bogota on time as predicted in the flight plan. After taxiing and parking. Jake turned to Andy, ‘I have a business agreement to speak to Peter about, I will be gone for a few hours, are you okay to look after the jet and get some sleep? There is a hotel nearby that I can book you into, then you can fly the first leg to the USA to pick up the freight.’
‘That is fine with me, let me do the after flight, the pre-flight inspections, and get the Gulfstream refuelled,’ replied Andy.
Peter and Jake got off the Gulfstream, got through customs then went to the car park to pick up Peter’s car. After driving for an hour and leaving Bogota far behind, and deep into the jungle, they turned off the main road, after thirty minutes they reach a clearing that is filled with people. ‘Jake come with me to meet our leader’ said Peter.
Peter introduces Jake to Emmanuel the leader who is a short man, but very muscular the type of person that you do not pick a fight with. Since he is likely to pick you up and throw you, he has short curly black hair. Obviously, the boss as everybody bows to him as they pass him. ‘Jake is a brilliant pilot he can fly anything.’
Jake listens to this a bit amused at how much he is being praised.
‘Come with me, Jake.’ Emmanuel leads Jake to the end of the clearing. ‘This is our problem very few can fly our aeroplanes out of here.’ In the trees, Jake can see crashed light aircraft. ‘Now come with me,’ they walk to the other end of the clearing where a light aircraft is parked. It has room for six passengers and looks in good condition.
‘Where are you trying to get to?’ Jake asks.
‘The USA,’ replies Emmanuel.
Jake looks and smiles, ‘what is the cargo?’
‘Cocaine, 100kg wrapped in small packets,’ replies Emmanuel.
‘You will never clear the trees you are too heavy, where is the nearest airfield we can use to refuel?’ asks Jake.
‘There is an airfield about ten miles from here,’ replies Emmanuel.
‘Okay let us sort it,’ said a smiling Jake.
Emmanuel and all the drug cartel watched in horror as Jake dismantled the cabin of the small aircraft. Out came all the passenger seats, life vests, cups, kettle, and anything that was not required on the flight.
‘Now bring me the cargo and defuel the aircraft down to 600 pounds of fuel,’ demanded Jake.
Emmanuel ordered his men to fetch the packages of cocaine. They came back carrying all the packets. Others defueled the aircraft.
‘Where do you deliver these to?’ asked Jake.
‘We fly them into an airport in Florida, but we either crash the plane or the shipment gets taken by the DEA. Drug Enforcement Agency. We had a brilliant pilot who got our drugs out, but he landed in Florida with drugs onboard and got arrested and the aircraft impounded.’
‘Your aircraft has autopilot, put it into autopilot when you reach Florida drop your packages onto some open ground then land at the airfield with no cargo you can fuel up and fly back.’
Emmanuel looked stunned having never spoken to an experienced pilot before had no ideas of these things.
Jake loads the cargo of cocaine into the empty cabin and made it secure, looked around and sitting in the co-pilot’s seat was the fattest man he had ever seen.
‘Who is that?’ asked Jake pointing at the man.
‘Your guard so you do not steal our cocaine,’ replied Emmanuel.
‘If you want me to get off the ground then you need to get him out, we will never clear the trees and I only have enough fuel to get to your local airfield. If he stays, then I am not going flying’
The man climbed out of the aeroplane grumbling.
‘Now let us push this aircraft back as far as we can.’
All the drug cartel and Jake pushed the aircraft back as far as it could go, and Jake applies the brakes.
‘I need the coordinates of the airfield and where do I park at the airfield?’ asked Jake.
‘Here are the coordinates,’ said Emmanuel handing Jake a piece of paper, there will be no one else there apart from a pilot and a driver to take you back to Bogota to pick up your Gulf Stream,’ said Emmanuel.
Jake got into the aircraft, strapped himself in. Punched in the coordinates of the airfield into the navigation system. Started the two engines. Then opened the throttles to maximum, the aircraft strained against the brakes ready to shoot down the clearing, the landing gear compressed with the pressure being created by the propellers. Released the brakes.
The aircraft shot off down the clearing gaining speed. The trees at the end seemed to be growing bigger as it gained speed. After what seemed like an eternity but less than ten seconds the wheels lifted off the ground, Jake pulled the stick back towards his stomach put his feet onto the instrument panel, and silently prayed. The aircraft continued to climb, the trees at the end seemed to be growing taller as they approached. The wing suddenly bit into the air and created the lift required, the nose came up quicker, the speed increased. The trees were under the aeroplane as Jake flew over the trees.
On the ground, the drug cartel all breathed a sigh of relief as the small aeroplane flew over the trees and climbed higher. The 50-million dollar cargo was on its way to the USA.