Pilot Novels & Stories

But when we touch down, it’s surprisingly gentle. “They said there will be someone to greet you,” the pilot says through the headphones. “Someone waiting.” “Who?” I ask. “Who’s waiting?” I see the pilot shrug. He doesn’t turn around. Again I have the thought that he doesn’t want to see my face, or maybe it’s that he doesn’t want me to see his. As it is, I couldn’t pick him out of a lineup. “I don’t know,” he says, his tone flat and not inviting further questions.

How long have we been flying already? It can't be up to an hour yet. Our pilot is a tall middle aged man with the most serious face I have ever seen. He didn't smile once during our onboarding and he was very polite and professional. I don't know if I would ever get used to the respect and honour I get placed on when I am with Linc.

"Work faster." He ended the call. Less than ten minutes later, another message appeared. We have movement. Kane opened it. He's at the airport . We're tracing his route. Another message arrived. Possible destination: Milan. Kane's eyes narrowed. Milan. So that was his game. Run. Hide. Wait until everything cooled down. Then come back when he needed something. Kane knew men like him. They didn't disappear because they wanted peace. They disappeared because they were preparing their next move.

He whispered so low, as if I wasn’t supposed to hear it, but somehow, I did. “What did you say?” I whispered, my brows furrowed in confusion. “Sick? How? You don’t look sick….maybe we should head back home.” I rushed out, and it registered in my brain that the pilot was staring at me…so how have we not crashed yet? “Kirill….look ahead! You’re the pilot.”

“Who else is with you?” His eyes widened, and he raised his hands quickly. “I’m just a pilot.” “Who the fuck else is with you?” He swallowed hard. “Um, my co-pilot and a stewardess.” “Armed?” “No.” He shook his head. “We were booked to fly to Athens. That’s all we know.” “How many passengers?” “One.” “Do you expect me to believe you will only carry one passenger?” “Yes, sir. Aidan Finn.” Son of a bitch.