American God (Order of Thaddeus Book 4) by J. A. Bouma

Author:J. A. Bouma [Bouma, J. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EmmausWay Press
Published: 2018-12-03T22:00:00+00:00

Gapinski picked up the radio again, hoping that the third time really was the charm.

“Mayday. Mayday. Flight 2M3 has lost all fuel. We’re coming in fast and furious like Vin Diesel, but without engines. We request emergency clearance to land at Aeropuerto Rafael Pérez. Does anybody copy?”

Again, a stream of static was his only reply.

But then a voice broke through, speaking a string of Spanish that Gapinski couldn’t understand.

“Torres, no hablo español! Can you help a brother out?”

“Coming!”

“No! Don’t leave me,” Gapinski heard Grant say. He chuckled and shook his head.

Torres rushed into the cockpit and settled into the empty copilot chair. Gapinski handed her a radio headset. “Buckle in and start talking. Tell them we've lost fuel and have no engines, and…well, basically we need them not to shoot us out of the sky, and we're going to crash land, so we need help.”

She said she understood then started speaking rapid Spanish into the headset as the features of the land below became more pronounced.

The plane started shuddering again as it approached the airport, the control wheel vibrating in Gapinski’s grip. Torres glanced at him with wide eyes as she stopped talking and waited for a response.

Within a few seconds, another stream of Spanish filled both of their headsets. The airport had made visual with them and would make sure their two runways were clear and all planes stayed away. Emergency crews would be on standby.

“Gracias!” Torres tore off her headset and relayed her conversation with the airport.

“Good work. Now comes the fun part.”

They were now over the town, bright houses of sea blue and salmon pink and lime green rushing underneath them as they approached the south end of town. The houses transitioned into a charred mess of trees and grass and bone-dry dirt, clearly having not seen the sight of a rain cloud in months.

“There it is!” Torres exclaimed, lifting out of her seat in excitement at the sight of the airport. “We’re going to make it, right?”

She turned toward Gapinski, her face panic-stricken.

He smiled slightly and nodded. Then engaged the landing gear to prepare for their landing.

There was a loud grinding sound, followed by a screech and then a loud clicking noise.

His smile quickly turned into a grimace. “Always something!”

“What happened?”

“What was that noise,” Grant shouted from the back.

“Landing gear. Totally jacked up. Crapola!”

Torres huffed and ran her hand through her thick black hair. “What are we going to do?”

“Land this bird without engines and without legs. That’s what I’m going to do.”

The runway was now in sight. The only thing standing between them and it was a chain-link fence and a patch of dry earth. Two super-bad scenarios Gapinski did not want to think about.

If they hit the fence, it could seriously mess up their approach and send them into several gymnastic maneuvers not meant for a plane. If they hit the patchy, uneven ground with a naked belly…well, Gapinski didn't want to think about that either.

They had to make it to the runway.

Within a few seconds, they'd know their outcome.

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