- Renee
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Jerome frowned after he disconnected the feed with Frank. He could sense the suspicion and tip-toeing Frank was doing while they were speaking...like he was hiding something from him. Jerome hated that Frank was hiding his Christian identity from him, but it made sense for Frank to be careful; Jerome was Teodor's "right hand man" at the moment, and Frank was afraid Jerome would report to Teodor should the truth come out. Of course, that wasn't true, but Frank didn't know that yet.
Jerome would need to find some way to tell Frank the truth "in code", in case any of their conversations were recorded. Jerome was nearly finished with his secure connection, which would enable him to use the internet without any "suspicious" sites like TribSurvivors being tagged. All of his pages would look normal if they were ever searched, and Jerome needed this security if we was to act as an insider for Christians. His phone connection would also be secure along with his Skype video chats. It would only be about a week until everything was finished.
Jerome shook his head as he glanced at the plans for rebuilding Babylon...or New Babylon, as it would soon be called. He hated it all...that workers were forced under pain of death or life imprisonment to work on the city. Might as well call the building process imprisonment...its no picnic. The men and women worked all day under the scorching sun, given barely enough food and water to survive, and forced to sleep on hard cots with no pillows. I wonder if the builders of the pyramids had such harsh conditions? Jerome had considered speaking to the Potentate about better conditions, but he feared an angry or suspicious reaction. Despite that fear, Jerome knew he needed to do something; Frank was sending his men there, and Christians and unbelievers alike deserved better treatment.
He took a deep breath, silently prayed to God for wisdom and protection, and pushed the call button on his phone. After ringing for a moment, the Potentate picked up. "Yes Jerome?"
"Mr. Potentate, I have a suggestion concerning the building of New Babylon. Are you available to speak with me for a moment over the phone to hear my thoughts?"
"Certainly Jerome; you know I highly value your opinion." It sounded as if the Potentate was smiling as he spoke...like he trusted Jerome.
Jerome took a deep, silent breath and steadied his voice to make it sound professional and confident. "I spoke with Brett about how things were going in New Babylon and also did a quick one-day walkthrough a few days ago, just to see how things were progressing. I noticed the workers were very tired and malnourished, and it seemed to me that they were struggling with tasks that could be easily completed by a well-fed and well-slept person. After making my observations, I came to the conclusion that the city could be built faster and with less mistakes if the workers were given a little more food and sleep; it does us no good to have exhausted people making costly mistakes, which would only delay the completion of the city. Perhaps each worker could have three meals a day, but to make it cheaper on of the meals could be a nutrition shake of some kind? They could also maybe have water bottles with them at all times because if they pass out due to dehydration, that means the doctors on-site need to treat them and therefore the Global Family needs to pay them extra fees. In terms of sleeping conditions, I think they should be given a sleeping pad and possibly a sleeping bag with a small pillow; if they wake up stiff and tired, they will move slower than we need them to move and lifting heavy materials will be impossible." Jerome paused slightly. "You have expressed wishes of having the city complete by the end of the year, and I believe this can only occur if my suggestions are implemented. But of course, Mr. Potentate, it is entirely your call whether or not you use my thoughts."
There was about a five second interval of silence from the Potentate. Then he spoke: "Hm...I like your suggestions Jerome. From an economic standpoint they make perfect sense. I want that city shining and perfect by the end of the year, and we cannot have workers tripping over themselves because they are unable to stand up. I will write out a formal draft and have it sent to Brett Reed immediately." Of course, when the Potentate said "I will write...", that meant Jerome needed to write it, have it approved by Teodor, and then send it out to Brett.
Jerome smiled. "Very good Mr. Potentate. I will begin writing now."
"Thank you Jerome, I value your service very much." Then the connection ended.
Jerome couldn't believe his luck. Teodor actually agreed with him! Of course it was for entirely selfish reasons, but it was a miracle nonetheless. Thank you Lord. Thank you so much.
Jerome would need to find some way to tell Frank the truth "in code", in case any of their conversations were recorded. Jerome was nearly finished with his secure connection, which would enable him to use the internet without any "suspicious" sites like TribSurvivors being tagged. All of his pages would look normal if they were ever searched, and Jerome needed this security if we was to act as an insider for Christians. His phone connection would also be secure along with his Skype video chats. It would only be about a week until everything was finished.
Jerome shook his head as he glanced at the plans for rebuilding Babylon...or New Babylon, as it would soon be called. He hated it all...that workers were forced under pain of death or life imprisonment to work on the city. Might as well call the building process imprisonment...its no picnic. The men and women worked all day under the scorching sun, given barely enough food and water to survive, and forced to sleep on hard cots with no pillows. I wonder if the builders of the pyramids had such harsh conditions? Jerome had considered speaking to the Potentate about better conditions, but he feared an angry or suspicious reaction. Despite that fear, Jerome knew he needed to do something; Frank was sending his men there, and Christians and unbelievers alike deserved better treatment.
He took a deep breath, silently prayed to God for wisdom and protection, and pushed the call button on his phone. After ringing for a moment, the Potentate picked up. "Yes Jerome?"
"Mr. Potentate, I have a suggestion concerning the building of New Babylon. Are you available to speak with me for a moment over the phone to hear my thoughts?"
"Certainly Jerome; you know I highly value your opinion." It sounded as if the Potentate was smiling as he spoke...like he trusted Jerome.
Jerome took a deep, silent breath and steadied his voice to make it sound professional and confident. "I spoke with Brett about how things were going in New Babylon and also did a quick one-day walkthrough a few days ago, just to see how things were progressing. I noticed the workers were very tired and malnourished, and it seemed to me that they were struggling with tasks that could be easily completed by a well-fed and well-slept person. After making my observations, I came to the conclusion that the city could be built faster and with less mistakes if the workers were given a little more food and sleep; it does us no good to have exhausted people making costly mistakes, which would only delay the completion of the city. Perhaps each worker could have three meals a day, but to make it cheaper on of the meals could be a nutrition shake of some kind? They could also maybe have water bottles with them at all times because if they pass out due to dehydration, that means the doctors on-site need to treat them and therefore the Global Family needs to pay them extra fees. In terms of sleeping conditions, I think they should be given a sleeping pad and possibly a sleeping bag with a small pillow; if they wake up stiff and tired, they will move slower than we need them to move and lifting heavy materials will be impossible." Jerome paused slightly. "You have expressed wishes of having the city complete by the end of the year, and I believe this can only occur if my suggestions are implemented. But of course, Mr. Potentate, it is entirely your call whether or not you use my thoughts."
There was about a five second interval of silence from the Potentate. Then he spoke: "Hm...I like your suggestions Jerome. From an economic standpoint they make perfect sense. I want that city shining and perfect by the end of the year, and we cannot have workers tripping over themselves because they are unable to stand up. I will write out a formal draft and have it sent to Brett Reed immediately." Of course, when the Potentate said "I will write...", that meant Jerome needed to write it, have it approved by Teodor, and then send it out to Brett.
Jerome smiled. "Very good Mr. Potentate. I will begin writing now."
"Thank you Jerome, I value your service very much." Then the connection ended.
Jerome couldn't believe his luck. Teodor actually agreed with him! Of course it was for entirely selfish reasons, but it was a miracle nonetheless. Thank you Lord. Thank you so much.
- Katy
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As the Hawker 700 taxied to the terminal, Ryan looked out the window for their next plane. If forgot to ask what color and make it was so he was hoping it would be on the side of the plane. Just as the bigger plane comes to a stop, Renee tells the others that she see their next plane on her side. “Its beautiful guys” she tells them
Heidi opens the latch then swings up the door. A tarmac crewmember pushes a ladder up to the side and Heidi signals her passengers it is time to depart. “Thank you again for flying Tree Top Airlines, we hope you will seek our services again.” They all smiles as each one departed. Becca wanted to say something but she knew that would be right so she just smiled and said. “Jesus loves you”. Heidi stood there and smiled hoping that their next passengers would be a lot more entertaining in more ways then one.
Ryan stepped out of the plane and saw a plane half the size of the Hawker but like Renee had said it was beautiful. Light blue background with two hands that appeared to be coming down from Heaven. In gold letter was ‘Christian Airlines’. “Wow” is all he could say walking down the ladder and head straight for it. A man in jeans and white shirt was standing next to the plane waving.
“Hey lover boy, you going to make us women folks carry the entire luggage?” Renee shouted
Ryan turned smiling knowing he messed up and headed back to where the crew was off loading the plane. Each person grabbed their parachute bag then walked to the new plane.
“Good afternoon sir, I am Ryan, this is my sister Renee and our… my girlfriend Becca”
Both girls looked at each other and laughed knowing that this relationship was a new thing for Ryan.
“Hello, I am Terry Lincoln the owner of the new “Christian Airlines” shaking Ryan and the girl’s hands. “I want to thank you for calling yesterday. What little faith I had, I was loosing it real quickly. After you called I sat down and had a long talk with the Lord and told him that I knew I had fail him and look forward to serving him until the end.”
“Thank you Jesus” all three of them said
“Let me open up the back and we can stick your chutes it the there. Feel free ladies to climb aboard, sorry no stewardess my wife Helen uses to take care of the refreshments, I do have some bottle water in the cooler.”
“That will be fine; we had our share of stewardess on the last plane. Didn’t we Ryan?” Becca said jokingly.
The two girls climbed aboard as Ryan and Terry put their gear away.
“Son don’t tell me you messed around on your girlfriend?” Terry asked Ryan
“No sir, she came on to me but luckily the Lord was there and set me straight. Besides at the time she wasn’t my girlfriend.”
“One thing I have learned over the years, Wait and let the Lord send the right women he wants to you, then do everything in your power to keep that women happy. My Wife of 40 years was sent to me, God himself picked my Helen out for me but I being young and dumb didn’t see that and I went through so terrible times until I figured out she was not the problem it was me. Son, these women, that are like fine china, and your job is to be there for them and keep the dust off them. You do that and listen to the Lord your life sill be pleased many times over.”
“Sir I agree but now since the rapture, we don’t have that time left. I don’t know how much you have read the Bible but soon, real soon a lot of bad things are going to happen and I don’t know how long the Lord will protect us.”
“He will protect us either by taking us home or keeping us safe. We just have to trust him”
“I know but why should he? We failed him; we had that chance to be called up the first time. I was told, we all were told and it was so easy. All we had to do was have faith in him our savior.”
“I know I knew it for fifty years but guess I was not ready to give him my life. I was a stubborn kid who turned into a stubborn man but now after your phone call, I belong to him. Come on let’s get going before they kick us out or worse yet don’t let us fly.”
Both men shut the cargo hatch and climbed in. Renee and Becca sat in the two back seats while Ryan joined Terry in the front. Ryan looked back and gave a big smile. He knew that it was the Lord working but he felt good that the Lord had worked through him to help Terry find his way. What next did the Lord have in store for him? “Use me Lord” Ryan said to himself.
After the checks, Terry fired up the engines of his Gippsland GA8, not a big plane but large enough for cargo or a large group of passengers and the position of the side doors made it a good plane to jump.
“With the OK from the control tower, Terry pulled out on the taxiway and headed to the East end of the runway. It front of them, two huge airlines awaited their turn to take off.
A Boeing 727 landed and shortly the first one lined up made the turn and raced down the runway lifting off into the afternoon sky. Just as the second one was making its turn the towered radioed to terry.
“Control to CA 546”
“526 go ahead tower” Terry responded
“Control to CA 526, we need you to make a right turn and return back to the terminal”
“Say again control, we are ready for take off” Terry responded watching the large jet in front of him release its brakes and start to run down the runway.
“CA 526, new GF regulations require all airline crews to have photograph ID on file before take off. Also be advice that all passengers must go through GF security.”
“Something is not right, I have never had to do this, you sure you all are not in trouble?” Terry asked looking at Ryan
“No sir, we showed our ID when we left Bangor”
“Control this is GA 526, we are cleared to leave, all required paperwork is in the system and my passengers passed through security at first boarding.”
“Negative GA 526, you must turn around now or you will be reported to the FAA and security.”
“Well boys and girls, what do you want to do? We can go back and spend hours upon hours hoping them GF people bless us through or I can release this foot brake and we go flying but become criminals.”
- Alex
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Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
She quietly closed the door behind her, and then leaned her forehead against it as tears welled. Stephen had been especially brutal. Her body ached and her face throbbed where he had slapped her when she had protested. She gritted her teeth. 'I will not cry. I'm tougher than this.'
She was willing to do whatever it took to get the gang back together and to have a chance with the man she was in love with. If she had to endure Stephen beating and raping her she would do it. As long as the end result was living the rest of her life with the man she loved.
She jumped when she felt someone touch her shoulder. Whirling around she saw Belle.
"Oh, child!!! What happened?" Belle asked with concern, as she gently touched her throbbing cheek.
She could feel tears begin to well again and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails bit into her palms. "I guess some people don't want to hear..." she trailed off.
"Oh dear. Some folks hearts are so hardened to the gospel that they react violently to it. 1 Chorinthians 1:18 says, For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God." Belle said sadly as she guided her to the table.
Belle went to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack.
'I could do it now. I could just walk up behind her, break her neck, then sneak back out the door and come back in an hour. Nobody would suspect me.' she thought.
Belle turned back to her and gently placed the ice pack against her cheek. "Oh you poor dear." Belle said with tears in her eyes. "This world is getting so dark and evil."
She felt tears well in her own eyes. Belle showed her such kindness and there was such love in her eyes as she saw to her injuries. She sat motionless, her heart conflicted. Stephen said this woman had torn their gang apart with her preaching. Every bad thing that had happened, their territory being taken over, the remaining gang members living on the streets, going hungry, all of it was this womans fault. Stephen wanted her dead, and he wanted her to see that it was done.
"Is something else wrong dear?" Belle asked.
"No. I'm just confused and tired. I think I'll go lay down." She got up and started to leave the kitchen. Belle caught her in a hug. "It will be ok. The Lord will make it right. As much as I love you, He loves you more."
As soon as Belle let her go she walked out of the kitchen, and the ran to her room. She closed the door behind her and burst into tears.
She quietly closed the door behind her, and then leaned her forehead against it as tears welled. Stephen had been especially brutal. Her body ached and her face throbbed where he had slapped her when she had protested. She gritted her teeth. 'I will not cry. I'm tougher than this.'
She was willing to do whatever it took to get the gang back together and to have a chance with the man she was in love with. If she had to endure Stephen beating and raping her she would do it. As long as the end result was living the rest of her life with the man she loved.
She jumped when she felt someone touch her shoulder. Whirling around she saw Belle.
"Oh, child!!! What happened?" Belle asked with concern, as she gently touched her throbbing cheek.
She could feel tears begin to well again and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails bit into her palms. "I guess some people don't want to hear..." she trailed off.
"Oh dear. Some folks hearts are so hardened to the gospel that they react violently to it. 1 Chorinthians 1:18 says, For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God." Belle said sadly as she guided her to the table.
Belle went to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack.
'I could do it now. I could just walk up behind her, break her neck, then sneak back out the door and come back in an hour. Nobody would suspect me.' she thought.
Belle turned back to her and gently placed the ice pack against her cheek. "Oh you poor dear." Belle said with tears in her eyes. "This world is getting so dark and evil."
She felt tears well in her own eyes. Belle showed her such kindness and there was such love in her eyes as she saw to her injuries. She sat motionless, her heart conflicted. Stephen said this woman had torn their gang apart with her preaching. Every bad thing that had happened, their territory being taken over, the remaining gang members living on the streets, going hungry, all of it was this womans fault. Stephen wanted her dead, and he wanted her to see that it was done.
"Is something else wrong dear?" Belle asked.
"No. I'm just confused and tired. I think I'll go lay down." She got up and started to leave the kitchen. Belle caught her in a hug. "It will be ok. The Lord will make it right. As much as I love you, He loves you more."
As soon as Belle let her go she walked out of the kitchen, and the ran to her room. She closed the door behind her and burst into tears.
- Zags
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Ryan looked back at Renee and Becca, “Well”
Both girls said go for it.
“Sir, we have a date with the skies over Oklahoma, lets go”
“I was hoping you would say that, hold on we are making our jump from good citizens to harden criminals”
“CA 526 to control, all paperwork required prior to the start of this flight was been completed and logged at my home airport. Unless there is a safety issues I am releasing my brakes and pulling out on runway 273 and will be taking off within minutes.”
“Negative, CA 526, hold your position, security will be there Shorty”
“Control tower this is CA 526, say again, your breaking up real bad” Terry replied as he release the foot brake and let the plane roll forward.
“CA 526… Ca 526, this is Oklahoma tower, don’t I repeat, don’t move onto the runway. You are in violations of the new Global Family Regulation 2234.1A, please sir stop,”
The plane reached the center of the turn then Terry turned left and stopped. Looking over at Ryan, he smiled and asked the Lord to watch over them. When he said amen, he throttled up the engine to top RPM and released the brake. Slowly the plane started heading down the blacktop, off to the left; coming from the terminal were vehicles with flashing lights heading towards the runway and soon to be in their path. Faster the plane wheels turned as the speed picked up. The vehicles now just yards away from the center of the runway raced to block and force the Gippsland to power back and stop. Closer and faster the plane got as three more trucks reached the middle and now blocked the whole runway. “Lord if we hit take us quickly and may our death be used for your glory.” Terry screamed
Both girls said go for it.
“Sir, we have a date with the skies over Oklahoma, lets go”
“I was hoping you would say that, hold on we are making our jump from good citizens to harden criminals”
“CA 526 to control, all paperwork required prior to the start of this flight was been completed and logged at my home airport. Unless there is a safety issues I am releasing my brakes and pulling out on runway 273 and will be taking off within minutes.”
“Negative, CA 526, hold your position, security will be there Shorty”
“Control tower this is CA 526, say again, your breaking up real bad” Terry replied as he release the foot brake and let the plane roll forward.
“CA 526… Ca 526, this is Oklahoma tower, don’t I repeat, don’t move onto the runway. You are in violations of the new Global Family Regulation 2234.1A, please sir stop,”
The plane reached the center of the turn then Terry turned left and stopped. Looking over at Ryan, he smiled and asked the Lord to watch over them. When he said amen, he throttled up the engine to top RPM and released the brake. Slowly the plane started heading down the blacktop, off to the left; coming from the terminal were vehicles with flashing lights heading towards the runway and soon to be in their path. Faster the plane wheels turned as the speed picked up. The vehicles now just yards away from the center of the runway raced to block and force the Gippsland to power back and stop. Closer and faster the plane got as three more trucks reached the middle and now blocked the whole runway. “Lord if we hit take us quickly and may our death be used for your glory.” Terry screamed
- Alex
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Like a butterfly on a cool summer day, the Gippsland lifted up into the air just soon enough for the wheels to touch and leave a black mark across the hood of one of the trucks. The men and women on the ground had jumped out of the way when they saw the plane was not going to stop. Berry Gilly, a 5 year veteran with the security pulled out his pistol and fired all nine rounds at the plane. The first five went high, the next three went low and the last one hit the right wing which had no importance to lifting off.
The plane, its crew and passengers gained altitude leaving Oklahoma City to grow smaller and smaller.
“Wow, my god, did you see that?” Ryan yelled out “Man Terry that was some great flying”
The girls just sat there with eyes wide open couldn’t believe what just happened.
Terry, finished his trim and got the plane into a normal flight pattern then spoke up. “My young friends, if you have any doubt what so ever that God is not with us I am here to tell you different. There is no way we should have cleared them trucks, this plane takes 2300 feet to take off with a head force wind. We lifted off at 1500 feet with no wind. Jesus himself lifted our plane up at the right time. His time”
Each member lowered their head and thanked their Lord and Savior Jesus for being with them.
“OK folks, welcome aboard and soon we will be passing over some beautiful country. Feel free to move around the cabin as I have turned off the seatbelt sign.”
The plane, its crew and passengers gained altitude leaving Oklahoma City to grow smaller and smaller.
“Wow, my god, did you see that?” Ryan yelled out “Man Terry that was some great flying”
The girls just sat there with eyes wide open couldn’t believe what just happened.
Terry, finished his trim and got the plane into a normal flight pattern then spoke up. “My young friends, if you have any doubt what so ever that God is not with us I am here to tell you different. There is no way we should have cleared them trucks, this plane takes 2300 feet to take off with a head force wind. We lifted off at 1500 feet with no wind. Jesus himself lifted our plane up at the right time. His time”
Each member lowered their head and thanked their Lord and Savior Jesus for being with them.
“OK folks, welcome aboard and soon we will be passing over some beautiful country. Feel free to move around the cabin as I have turned off the seatbelt sign.”
- Alex
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BREAKING NEWS
NEWS FLASH.... A plane carrying possible terrorist just lifted off from the Oklahoma City Airport to an unknown destination. The skies over the southwest are being closed and the GF Airforce is being sent to force down this plane. More to follow. Please stay tuned to CNM News.
NEWS FLASH.... A plane carrying possible terrorist just lifted off from the Oklahoma City Airport to an unknown destination. The skies over the southwest are being closed and the GF Airforce is being sent to force down this plane. More to follow. Please stay tuned to CNM News.
- Zags
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Renee, Ryan and Becca stood up and went to the back of the plane were they opened the top hatch to cargo storage. Pulling out their gear, each one check it for any rips, tears or something missing.
“Mine is fine, we better get our suits on now” Ryan told the others.
With jump suits on they sat back down and talked how great it will be to see their friends again. It was 45 minutes into the flight when Becca was looking out the side window and spotted the first jet.
“Hey look there is a plane turning to follow us”
“What, where?” Terry asked turned his head around as he looked out the window.
“My side, nope it is behind us now”
“I see it, it looks like a military jet” Renee said
Terry looked back and saw the F-18 back about a mile.
“There is another one on my side” Ryan said with excitement in his voice
“Air Craft heading 280, tail number CA526, this is GF Air Force fighter 3 Lima, do you copy over”
Terry didn’t know if he should answer or plan like his radio was out. He better answer or they might shot first and question later he figured. “This is CA 526 over”
“CA 526, you are flying in a restricted area and must land asap.”
“Negative 3 Lima, I am well within my flight path over”
CA 526, the GF Military has determined that this area is off limits to all air craft, you must land now. There is an air port capable of handling your air craft 20 miles on a course of 284. You must land”
“3 Lima, I am aware of this air port but my final site is in Beaver which is not far from your air port. I will continue till there”
“Negative CA 526, you must land at air port which I have instructed you. Over”
“Kids, I don’t know how long I can bluff them what are you thoughts?”
“Quick Renee, call Shade and tell him what is going on, tell him to have someone ready to pick us up.”
Renee got her cell phone out and dialed the number but it was busy.
“Have a state map, Terry?” Becca asked
“Under the front seat”
Recca pulled out the stack of maps and found the one she wanted. Opening it up, she looked and spotted Buffalo, Beaver, and Hooker then Keyes and Boise City. “Renee we can’t jump over the ranch it will bring attention, lets try to jump around Kenton.” She showed Renee the map.
“If we get caught then the ranch is still safe but it is close enough maybe they can find us before these GF people do”
“Good thinking Becca, I knew there was a reason I love you” Ryan said lokoing back
Renee dialed again, this time it rang.
“Hello”
“Shade, it me Renee, listen we are heading out to your location and will be in the area soon. Real soon”
“Great, why didn’t you…”
“Shade, listen to me. We are flying in a plane and the GF military is after us. We plan to parachute down around the Kenton area. Can you or someone be there to pick us up?”
“Sure, are you all in trouble?”
“Don’t know, please be there or someone” We planned to jump over the Ranch but thought against it.”
“Shade do you ….” The phone went dead
“I told shade, I hope he got everything my phone went dead”
“Mine is fine, we better get our suits on now” Ryan told the others.
With jump suits on they sat back down and talked how great it will be to see their friends again. It was 45 minutes into the flight when Becca was looking out the side window and spotted the first jet.
“Hey look there is a plane turning to follow us”
“What, where?” Terry asked turned his head around as he looked out the window.
“My side, nope it is behind us now”
“I see it, it looks like a military jet” Renee said
Terry looked back and saw the F-18 back about a mile.
“There is another one on my side” Ryan said with excitement in his voice
“Air Craft heading 280, tail number CA526, this is GF Air Force fighter 3 Lima, do you copy over”
Terry didn’t know if he should answer or plan like his radio was out. He better answer or they might shot first and question later he figured. “This is CA 526 over”
“CA 526, you are flying in a restricted area and must land asap.”
“Negative 3 Lima, I am well within my flight path over”
CA 526, the GF Military has determined that this area is off limits to all air craft, you must land now. There is an air port capable of handling your air craft 20 miles on a course of 284. You must land”
“3 Lima, I am aware of this air port but my final site is in Beaver which is not far from your air port. I will continue till there”
“Negative CA 526, you must land at air port which I have instructed you. Over”
“Kids, I don’t know how long I can bluff them what are you thoughts?”
“Quick Renee, call Shade and tell him what is going on, tell him to have someone ready to pick us up.”
Renee got her cell phone out and dialed the number but it was busy.
“Have a state map, Terry?” Becca asked
“Under the front seat”
Recca pulled out the stack of maps and found the one she wanted. Opening it up, she looked and spotted Buffalo, Beaver, and Hooker then Keyes and Boise City. “Renee we can’t jump over the ranch it will bring attention, lets try to jump around Kenton.” She showed Renee the map.
“If we get caught then the ranch is still safe but it is close enough maybe they can find us before these GF people do”
“Good thinking Becca, I knew there was a reason I love you” Ryan said lokoing back
Renee dialed again, this time it rang.
“Hello”
“Shade, it me Renee, listen we are heading out to your location and will be in the area soon. Real soon”
“Great, why didn’t you…”
“Shade, listen to me. We are flying in a plane and the GF military is after us. We plan to parachute down around the Kenton area. Can you or someone be there to pick us up?”
“Sure, are you all in trouble?”
“Don’t know, please be there or someone” We planned to jump over the Ranch but thought against it.”
“Shade do you ….” The phone went dead
“I told shade, I hope he got everything my phone went dead”
- Zags
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“They will see us jump, what happens then will they shoot us down” Renee asked
“I’v had been thinking about that. At my speed that can stay behind me but if I slow down they will have to start circling us to maintain contact. If we plan this right, I will slow down over the target area. When they speed past you all will jump. You have one shot at it.”
“But they will see us floating down our chutes are bright green and red.”
“They pilots are worried about this aircraft not you jumping. They will call for back up and the local and state police. Let’s hope your friends are on time.”
Ryan had been thinking, “I think maybe we better just land and deal with the law, if we jump they might think this plane is a flying bomb and shoot it down. I don’t want you Mr. Lincoln getting hurt because of us.”
Both girls agreed, they would wait what ever the law had for them.
“You kids did your job. The Lord used you to get to me and bring this old fart to his senses. It worked; the three of you brought joy and love back to my life through Jesus. Now listen to me. You will get ready to jump and when I tell you, you will jump. Nothing is going to happen to me. These fighters can’t shoot down an unarmed civilian aircraft. Understand, no buts, you are going to jump.”
All three of them looked at each other and started to pray. Ryan got back with the girls next to the door then waited and prayed.
They could hear Terry telling the fighters that he was a former naval pilot stationed out of North Island Air Station. every time they told him he had to land he would tell them a different story.
“OK kids, 10 minutes till show time”
The three grabbed their chutes and helped each other put them on. Each one checked and rechecked each other to ensure everything was right.
“5 minutes. Don’t open the door till I say, our altitude will be 6,000 feet, the wind is out of the south west at 5mph. I will say open door, stand by and then jump. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Terry, I think you for being apart of our life’s and allowing Jesus back into your. If we don’t meet again here on earth, I will see you in Heaven.” Ryan said as he stuck his hand out.
There were tears in Terry’s eyes as he shock young Ryan hand. “Son you take good care of these girls and remember what I told you.”
“Yes sir”
“1 minute”
Each one got up on there knees and waited. Renee would go first followed by Becca and Ryan.
“Come on boys” Terry shouted as he throttled back to almost stall speed.
“Open the door”
Renee grabbed the handle and turned it just as the two f-18 blast past. Sliding the door back the wind blasted the quietness
“Stand by”
“Good luck, Jump, jump”
Renee pushed herself out and started her fall, Recca was next. Ryan turned and said thank you then fell forward into the air.
At 6,000 feet they had to wait till 5,000 to open their chutes. As they fall they joined up and watched the plane they had been riding in fly away. The looked but could see the two jets yet and hoped this would work.
Ryan watched Terry’s plane get smaller then watched as it turned to the left then horror entered his head. Terry’s plane continued to lean over and started to point down towards the ground.
“What his he doing?” Ryan screamed “Terry, no… land”
Renee signaled each one it was time to pull their cord. Tears filled Ryan eyes as he watched the two girls pulls their then he reached down and pulled his. 10 miles away to the south, the Gippsland GA8 slowly dove into the earth floor below. The two jets had spotted it and were watching it go down. They had no idea of the three chutes opening up or floating down back behind them.
“I’v had been thinking about that. At my speed that can stay behind me but if I slow down they will have to start circling us to maintain contact. If we plan this right, I will slow down over the target area. When they speed past you all will jump. You have one shot at it.”
“But they will see us floating down our chutes are bright green and red.”
“They pilots are worried about this aircraft not you jumping. They will call for back up and the local and state police. Let’s hope your friends are on time.”
Ryan had been thinking, “I think maybe we better just land and deal with the law, if we jump they might think this plane is a flying bomb and shoot it down. I don’t want you Mr. Lincoln getting hurt because of us.”
Both girls agreed, they would wait what ever the law had for them.
“You kids did your job. The Lord used you to get to me and bring this old fart to his senses. It worked; the three of you brought joy and love back to my life through Jesus. Now listen to me. You will get ready to jump and when I tell you, you will jump. Nothing is going to happen to me. These fighters can’t shoot down an unarmed civilian aircraft. Understand, no buts, you are going to jump.”
All three of them looked at each other and started to pray. Ryan got back with the girls next to the door then waited and prayed.
They could hear Terry telling the fighters that he was a former naval pilot stationed out of North Island Air Station. every time they told him he had to land he would tell them a different story.
“OK kids, 10 minutes till show time”
The three grabbed their chutes and helped each other put them on. Each one checked and rechecked each other to ensure everything was right.
“5 minutes. Don’t open the door till I say, our altitude will be 6,000 feet, the wind is out of the south west at 5mph. I will say open door, stand by and then jump. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Terry, I think you for being apart of our life’s and allowing Jesus back into your. If we don’t meet again here on earth, I will see you in Heaven.” Ryan said as he stuck his hand out.
There were tears in Terry’s eyes as he shock young Ryan hand. “Son you take good care of these girls and remember what I told you.”
“Yes sir”
“1 minute”
Each one got up on there knees and waited. Renee would go first followed by Becca and Ryan.
“Come on boys” Terry shouted as he throttled back to almost stall speed.
“Open the door”
Renee grabbed the handle and turned it just as the two f-18 blast past. Sliding the door back the wind blasted the quietness
“Stand by”
“Good luck, Jump, jump”
Renee pushed herself out and started her fall, Recca was next. Ryan turned and said thank you then fell forward into the air.
At 6,000 feet they had to wait till 5,000 to open their chutes. As they fall they joined up and watched the plane they had been riding in fly away. The looked but could see the two jets yet and hoped this would work.
Ryan watched Terry’s plane get smaller then watched as it turned to the left then horror entered his head. Terry’s plane continued to lean over and started to point down towards the ground.
“What his he doing?” Ryan screamed “Terry, no… land”
Renee signaled each one it was time to pull their cord. Tears filled Ryan eyes as he watched the two girls pulls their then he reached down and pulled his. 10 miles away to the south, the Gippsland GA8 slowly dove into the earth floor below. The two jets had spotted it and were watching it go down. They had no idea of the three chutes opening up or floating down back behind them.
- Alex
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Mrs. Towers was watching TV and the special news report when the plane crashed behind her house with a big boom. The force and sound sent her to the floor.
Oh those boys with them firecrackers are going to kill me she thought as she stood up. Going to the front door she screamed at her teenage boys. “Tim, Mark, what did I tell you about firing off those firecrackers so close to the house.”
But Mark and Tim had other thoughts as the new evil thoughts and spirits danced around in their bedroom. Mark opened his window and told his mother where she could stuff her request and if she had a problem come up stairs and he would show her.
Mrs. Towers shook her head then headed to the kitchen where she kept her bottle of vodka. One day, I will get the nerve to kick them out she thought.
Oh those boys with them firecrackers are going to kill me she thought as she stood up. Going to the front door she screamed at her teenage boys. “Tim, Mark, what did I tell you about firing off those firecrackers so close to the house.”
But Mark and Tim had other thoughts as the new evil thoughts and spirits danced around in their bedroom. Mark opened his window and told his mother where she could stuff her request and if she had a problem come up stairs and he would show her.
Mrs. Towers shook her head then headed to the kitchen where she kept her bottle of vodka. One day, I will get the nerve to kick them out she thought.
- Alex
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