DRAFT: Sleepwalker— Chapter 2: Nowhere Kansas
Our-World
Unknown location Kansas
The Cessna flew at just over fourteen thousand feet in a turbulent, moonless sky. The time and timing were no coincidence. I’d planned the night’s operation around the new moon, but the weather system was entirely unexpected. An unpredicted storm front was moving in quickly from the west, playing havoc with the small aircraft. Everything about the night’s operation was planned and coordinated using every bit of intelligence I could beg, borrow, or steal. In this case, mostly steal. Everything except for the storm… and while it came out of nowhere and baffled meteorologists, I knew with certainty what it foretold.
More on that later.
Double Vision Gary was at the controls of the small four-seater plane. The rest of the seats had been removed since Double Vision’s day job was hauling machine parts anywhere in the greater tri-state area. If you’re wondering what kind of business there is flying tractor parts all over the state, there isn’t. Double Vision was a smuggler. Think Han Solo minus the Wookie, and replace the Millennium Falcon with a worn-out and past-its-prime patched-up aircraft that should have been sold for scrap back when I was in diapers.
Not surprisingly, Double Vision’s flexible moral compass made him perfect for my late-night rollercoaster ride through the clouds. For a price, he didn’t ask questions, and he followed instructions no matter how unorthodox they might seem to any sane—or sober—pilot.
Did I mention Double Vision was a bit of a drinker? As I watched him fight the control stick, there was a devil-may-care grin on his face, and the rummy gleam in his eye suggested he was enjoying this ride a little too much.
Lightning flashed across the window to the left, and I had to blink the blindness away. There was less than a second of delay before the accompanying thunderclap impacted the aircraft with a force I felt like a slap to the head.
“Hoo-wee!” Double Vision cackled. “It’s getting thick out there, hoss. It might be time to rethink this plan of yours.”
The oncoming storm was troubling. The fact that Double Vision didn’t so much as blink when the lightning strobed across the cabin ratcheted up my concern. Either he had cast-iron nerves, or he was literally feeling no pain. “Too much prep to turn back now,” I said. “Tonight’s the night. How long to the target?”