Truth's Consequences Excerpt:

“The answer is yes, I’m fine with not waiting ten and a half months,” Sara joked.

            “It was ten years, and that’s not it,” Jay laughed. “I wanted to ask you what you thought about Dax coming with me?”

            “You mean the guy who tried to murder you? I’m sure that would work out simply fine,” Sara joked. “But you do need help, and he’s the only other person we can trust with this. Kind of sad that our options are so limited.”

            “So, you think I should take him?”

             “It’s risky, but if you stay under the radar, I believe the chance of being recognized is low, and your need for assistance is high.”

            “It’s a long drive,” Jay said. “I’m thinking we leave in the morning, and you keep working out the details back here, get Gibs to help you. It will take three days before we reach the mountains. You’ll have time to figure out the details by then.”

            “Three days!” Sara protested. “What happened to taking our time and doing this properly, so you don’t get killed again?”

            “I have full confidence in you,” Jay smiled.

        “Oh, I have full confidence in myself too, it’s you I have no confidence in!” Sara replied. “No offence, but your track record for getting out of sticky situations alive isn’t particularly good. Technically, you should be dead four times by now.”

            “I know Sara,” Jay said seriously. “That was Ashley’s argument as well. And it was five, by the way, if you count the resort.”

            “It’s not a good thing when I lose count!” Sara frowned. “Take the big guy with you. It might be the only thing that keeps you alive; at least you can use him as a human shield. If you go alone, you’ll likely end up running over yourself leaving the driveway.”

            “Wow, harsh,” Jay laughed. "I’ll go tell Dax to pack. But not as my human shield.”

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Jay’s thoughts were interrupted as the small airport came into view. It was deserted except for one tiny plane. He looked at it and shivered; it was the smallest plane he’d ever seen, and he wasn’t sure how he and Dax would fit inside, let alone fly over the mountains. He quickly dialled Sara.

            “Sara, what type of plane did you hire for us?” Jay asked when the video connected.

            “I don’t know, some propeller plane. What do I know about planes?” she replied, annoyed.

“Not much, apparently,” Jay snapped back. “This thing is tiny, it’s a coffin, with wings!”

      Dax was awake now and looking out the window at the small plane; he started to laugh.

“Wow, that’s awesome!” he said sarcastically.

    “Who the hell would make a plane like that! How could that pass any safety requirements?” Jay continued to question Sara.

       “Jay, take a look at the plane’s wing, and you tell me who makes it,” Sara ordered angrily.

Jay leaned forward in his seat and strained to see the logo on the wing. Dax laughed harder beside him, and he knew why.

       “Did you read it?” Sara stared him down through the video call. Dax was still laughing.

         “Yes,” Jay reluctantly admitted.

         “And? Who made that plane?”

         “Harris Corp.,” he admitted reluctantly. “OK, just shut up, both of you.”

         Dax was in tears now; Jay shook his head; he had no desire to get on that plane.

        “Sara, we need to introduce a new safety mandate: all planes being built must be at least as large as a van."

          “I’m sorry it’s not the corporate jet,” Sara laughed at him. “If you wanted to take that, then maybe you shouldn’t have DIED! Look, I’ve been up for over thirty hours now, and I’m going to bed for a rest. So, unless you have a real reason not to get on that plane, I mean other than you’re a chicken shit, then get your ass on it and don’t call me again until you land.”

            Jay was about to protest, but Sara yelled at him to go and then disconnected the call. Dax was still laughing, but when he glared at Dax, he quickly stopped.

            “This isn’t funny,” Jay told him sternly. “That’s not a plane; you could probably buy a kit and build it in your kitchen.”

            “Are you afraid of flying?” Dax questioned, still grinning.

            “I am, when the propellers are blender blades.”