*arrives in an airfield just outside of Belasco* There it is... *walks towards my old plane* --- Post updated --- *starts up and cruises towards the runway*
*Drives at 21 Mph, just to look more closely *Talks on CB You got eyes? Cuz I can only see some trash and a bunch of car parts.
*I fly over Belasco, headed towards the East Coast* (By the way, let me make myself clear, I am in a plane that is basically a Cessna 172, so my max altitude 13,000-15,000 feet, while the maximum for a helicopter to HOVER is 10,400 ft which yours is most likely much lower unless you are in a high-performance helicopter, looked it up, pal)
*flying over a rural area in California* I'll have to stop in Utah probably for fuel, then probably somewhere along the lines of Nebraska, then probably Ohio, then somewhere else...
I walk out to see the Sunburst even more screwed up th “Son of a gun...” (over CB) “I’m headed out to the warehouse in Utah. He’s got fuel there, I wouldn’t be surprised if he stopped there. I’ve gotta hit the road.” Tires spewing gravel, I pull off the side of the road and gun the Delta.
I decide to follow @98crownvic , and tell the rest of the group to stay beh8nd and stand guard. A ding from my phone interrupts me. I read the message, then say to @98crownvic “it’s the FBI. They know that Parker is currently flying, but we don’t know where his destination is. One we get reports of where he’s landing, that means we’re being sent there immediately. Utah is a good guess, but he’s probably just throwing us off.”
"Okay, if anything comes through, keep me posted." After far too many hours of driving along the desert's desolate highways, I arrive in Utah, and park the Delta there.
We’ve been driving for about a day. *I flash my brights and go off the nearest exit* *radio* Let’s stop at the nearest motel. We should make sure we’re prepared for parker.