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Tyche

Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen

Chapter 128

Remember ... we are a Warbird in full plumage and we ‘look’ official.

Taking off from Bud Field, we did an up and down at Bergstrom ... on the grass south of the South Terminal. When we stopped ... things got exciting. The field south of the South Terminal isn’t a ‘real’ landing field. But ... it’s as close to the National Guard building as we could get ... and it’s waaay longer than Bud Field.

Besides ... it’s where Colonel Joe told us to land.

We were met ... a Hummer full of Air Police and a Lieutenant who had NO idea who we were. All he knew was we weren’t supposed to land there. Colonel Joe dropped in 20 minutes behind us.

Him the Lieutenant knew.

The AP’s were busy excavating holes ... getting to the bottom of the situation.

“I’ve got this, Lieutenant,” Joe said.

“What?!?”

“Need to know ... and you don’t.” Joe said, “They’ll be here no more than 60 minutes and they were never here.” He turned to the shovel and pick crew, “You got that? Never here.”

Assorted utterations of Yes Sir. And we were alone.

“On me,” Joe said.

The Guard building is on Fighter Drive ... we crossed it and went to an unoccupied, and rather dilapidated, building on Outlaw Country Drive ... where we were issued well used passports, new visas, verbal instructions and shooed back to our Sandy. We were freshly fueled, ran our check list left.

Long flights are boring ... however ... long single engine flights over BIG water have their own charm ... when you’re at 1oo feet. Don’t make mistakes keeps the interest up.

Feet dry was at Dzilam de Bravo Municipality and we roared across the Yucatan at 170 knots dropping in to land at BASE AEREA MILITAR, Cozumel. We were expected.

My baby was fueled, oiled, wiped down and installed in a secure hangar at the base. The base commander wanted to know ‘What was up.”

“I can’t tell you ... it’s need to know and you don’t.”

“I’m not sure I like that.”

“I’ll tell you what we’re doing ... and that’s all.”

“Proceed.”

“We’re watching every cruise ship that docks at the International Pier.”

“Looking for someone?”

“We’re watching every cruise ship that docks at the International Pier.”

 
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