| Author: | Doug Lewars | ISBN: | 9781370784028 |
| Publisher: | Doug Lewars | Publication: | February 8, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Doug Lewars |
| ISBN: | 9781370784028 |
| Publisher: | Doug Lewars |
| Publication: | February 8, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
A political group from a little-known Middle-Eastern country called Salajeeb has abducted the premier of Ontario! But why would they possibly want him? Join Buck Slade and his team as they travel to a far-off country where intrigue and danger seem to lurk in every corner and behind every bush. Can they rescue the Premier? Does anyone want them to? Take a look and find out!
Perhaps another half-hour passed and then a different flight attendant came by.
“We’ll be serving our in-flight meal shortly,” she said, “Would you prefer fish or chicken?”
“Chicken,” said Bobby.
“Okay,” she replied making a note on her pad.
“Uh, can I have chips with that?”
“I’m sorry sir but the vegetables are standard. We only have mashed potatoes.”
“Oh, Okay.”
“And you sir?” she asked looking at me.
“I’ll have the chicken as well.”
She noted that and then said, “Uh, do you think I should wake up the gentleman beside you to take his order?”
I turned and looked at my seatmate. He face had taken on a noticeably grey pallor.
“No I don’t think so. I think he’s dead.”
Her face brightened, “Oh good, we were starting to run short of the chicken.”
“Right.”
“I mean it wouldn’t be so bad if he ordered fish but almost everyone seems to want chicken.”
“I quite understand. His being dead will make your life easier.”
“Exactly.”
“Pity more people couldn’t follow his example.”
She nodded, “You’re absolutely right. The dead ones are always our best passengers.”
A political group from a little-known Middle-Eastern country called Salajeeb has abducted the premier of Ontario! But why would they possibly want him? Join Buck Slade and his team as they travel to a far-off country where intrigue and danger seem to lurk in every corner and behind every bush. Can they rescue the Premier? Does anyone want them to? Take a look and find out!
Perhaps another half-hour passed and then a different flight attendant came by.
“We’ll be serving our in-flight meal shortly,” she said, “Would you prefer fish or chicken?”
“Chicken,” said Bobby.
“Okay,” she replied making a note on her pad.
“Uh, can I have chips with that?”
“I’m sorry sir but the vegetables are standard. We only have mashed potatoes.”
“Oh, Okay.”
“And you sir?” she asked looking at me.
“I’ll have the chicken as well.”
She noted that and then said, “Uh, do you think I should wake up the gentleman beside you to take his order?”
I turned and looked at my seatmate. He face had taken on a noticeably grey pallor.
“No I don’t think so. I think he’s dead.”
Her face brightened, “Oh good, we were starting to run short of the chicken.”
“Right.”
“I mean it wouldn’t be so bad if he ordered fish but almost everyone seems to want chicken.”
“I quite understand. His being dead will make your life easier.”
“Exactly.”
“Pity more people couldn’t follow his example.”
She nodded, “You’re absolutely right. The dead ones are always our best passengers.”
