Get the Plane

Fuck! Who is that and what’s wrong with him?

He flies up in his black mini pick-up, stirring up a huge cloud of dust that immediately catches up with and obscures him as he throws the door open and stumbles out of the truck onto the ground. He lays there silently with eyes shut for a few seconds while I wait for the cloud to dissipate.

What the fu—

He holds his hand out to stop me. Gets up and runs around the front of the cab to fling open the passenger door. He reaches in, fumbles around and emerges with a person, a man, in his arms. He drags him towards me.

Get the plane!

Fuck! Who is that and what’s wrong with him?

He’s dead.

Fuck!

Get the plane!

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