1. flying low and fast to avoid radar myself and tim spot our destination. A cargo ship stuffed to the gunnels with pure columbian!
2. The deck is deserted... odd ???
3. theres definatly something odd going on here, we pull up along side and tim uses a grapeling hook to get aboard the silent ship.
4. A pale faced breathless tim suddenly leeps into the cockpit along side me, "RUN!" he shouts. Needing no further motivation I jam the throttle to 100% and speed away from the erie ship.
5. I locate our refuling point on the gps and set a course, tim is shaking like an autum leaf and has gone the colour of lank seaweed. Upon landing I ask his what's got him so spooked,
"I't was horible kip, the columbians, there all dead!"
I shudder, the boss dosen't take bad news lightly...
well I attmpted a story, hope you like the shots, I will continue this as soon as I take the shots.
