20 Days of Chill: San Francisco (Day 10)
(Note: Each Friday during the 20 Days of Chill, the stories are meant to link to one another. This is week two and I am still trying to decide where it’s going. You can read part one at: Philadelphia.)
Reggie played the past few hours over and over in his mind.
He couldn’t figure out what the heck happened. How did his wife get pulled into all of this? What would he know that would make these people want him so much that they would go to such extremes.
He was drugged and knocked out. Put in a spot he had no clue where he would be clueless as to his surroundings.
It just didn’t make sense.
And now he was sitting on the tarmac at Philadelphia’s airport on a redye to San Francisco. He needed to get there fast. He wanted to rescue his wife. To find out what this was all about. To escape and get away from everything after it was done.
He was on a limited schedule though. He had 12 hours to get to San Francisco and find where he was supposed to be. It didn’t help that it was Friday the 13th, either. Hopefully that didn’t work against him.
That’s not a lot of time, especially when he has limited knowledge of where he’s going.
Just then, an announcement came over the loudspeaker of the plane.
“We’re sorry ladies and gentlemen, but we’ve had a bit of bad weather and have to delay takeoff. We will be staying on the tarmac until given approval. We do not have an estimated time.”
The hair on Reggie’s back and neck jumped. He started furiously hitting the button for an attendant.
One arrived, not looking thrilled.
“Ma’am, I understand the situation but I need to be in San Francisco as quickly as possible. This is life or death.”
“Sir, we are doing our best, but we have no time,” she said as she walked away.
Reggie was growing anxious as the minutes ticked away. Ten minutes turned into 20, which turned into 30, which turned into 40, plus many more.
Two hours later … Reggie was starting to really grow anxious and mad. He started talking out loud and those around him were growing nervous.
Moments later, an attendant came through and told Reggie he needed to calm down or else he would be escorted off the plane. He wouldn’t stop, though — his wife’s life was on the line.
The next 25 minutes was a blur. He remembers wrestling with somebody. Being hauled off a plane. Talked to about how he was creating a panic. And how he was missing his flight to San Francisco.
Reggie couldn’t take it anymore. He found a private pilot. Somebody who owned a plane and could get him where he needed to go. He paid the money, got out to the private airport and was up in the air.
Did he have time? Would it be too late?
Reggie stared at the directions and the times. He knew he had to be there. His wife was in danger.
What could he do.
Hours later, he was in San Francisco and was racing down the highway in a rental car. His allotted time has lapsed but he hoped — and prayed — that they were still there.
But when Reggie arrived, there was nothing. A dark street and a lightless building. He pounded on an old door, but nobody answered.
His eyes watered up as he slowly stopped slamming at the door and he looked up, lost, before screaming at the top of his lungs ‘Whyyyyyy!!!”
Just then, his phone vibrated and dinged several times. Messages were arriving. He slowly pulled the phone out of his pocket to see what had happened.
This post is part of the 20 Days of Chill Writing Challenge hosted by A ‘lil HooHaa. Please check out the link if you’d like to see others or join in. You don’t have to do every theme if you don’t want! And for those participating, take a moment and check out the other participants! You can see the 2017 themes by clicking here.