This short piece of fiction is submitted to Friday Fictioneers.
The short flight had been routine. The plane the cartel provided had the latest in technology on board. With the cargo he was transporting it was required. The money he was being paid for this one trip would last him a lifetime. He planned to disappear once he had parked his plane on the dock.
As he deftly put the floatplane down on the calm lake waters a chilling fear racked his body. The dock was deserted. His coconspirators were not there.
Behind him came a loud voice: “Captain, prepare to be boarded.”
Oh Danny Boy! 
Uh oh!
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His luck ran out. Someone else must have disappeared ratting on the pilot and taking his share of cash. Dog ate dog.
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OOPS! He is playing a dangerous game which has caught up with him! Cute – very!
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[…] Not What He Expected […]
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Ugh, I’m getting a sinking feeling…
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Great read.
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I wonder what exactly the cargo is?
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I don’t think it was anything legal.
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Ooops! Not good words to hear, not at all. I can imagine how he felt when he saw the deserted dock!
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Like panic. A clean pair of trousers may be in order.
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You can’t believe people who break the law. They won’t be fair to you, either.
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If it sounds too good to be true…
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Aye well, Danny, if the money is that good, ther’s bound to be a catch…
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Uh, oh. It sounds like the word got out and he was left holding the merchandise. A good story well written, Danny. —- Suzanne
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Thank you Suzanne.
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Oh, busted big time! Good one, DJ.
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I think everything is about to unravel here.
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Things will not get better.
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Crime never pays, he should’ve known that.
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You would think so.
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