FLIGHT LOG

“The car keys,” Byron said and walked back to the driver's seat. Sara could see some money, brown envelopes and of course, a gun in the briefcase.

“Where is the car taking us to?” She asked.

Byron sighed, “This car was arranged for me by whosoever, I don't wanna believe it just yet.” He hoped. “Lady Bianca was supposed to take me in this car to hand over to someone…. There's an address in her phone, so I guess we'd just get there before she does.” He said, started the car then they zoomed off.

After about a 50 minute drive, Sarah scanned the area and whispered, “I don't think this address is an apartment, house or anything close to it… it's an airport.” Sarah announced as the car stopped.

Just then, they heard a phone ringing.

“Is that yours?” Sara asked.

Byron shook his head, “No, that's not my ringtone. I think it's coming from the briefcase.” He said and they both walked out of the car.

“It's a private number. Do you think they could track our current location with this?” She aske
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