The Airport

"Where's Sage?" Lorenzo asked one of his men.

"Don't know," the man said, "They should be here any minute."

"Well, have the airplane get the engines running," Lorenzo said, "I want it to be ready to go as soon as Sage gets on."

"Yes, sir," the man said. He went to talk to the pilot and within minutes the plane was ready to take offat a moment's notice.

Stan came running over, "I know why it's taking Sage so long to get here."

Lorenzo turned his attention to Stan.

"Milo got pulled over," Stan said, "I'm not sure for what though. I heard it on the police scanner."

"This isn't good," Lorenzo said as a shot rang out.

"Take off," Lorenzo yelled to the pilot, waving his arm to help get the point across.

The pilot got the message and began taxiing down the run way.

More gunfire occurred.

Lorenzo, Stan, and the other men scrambled for cover and pulled their guns. They looked for where the gunfire was coming from. They couldn't see anyone. They could, however, see the airplane in the air and gaining altitude.

"It must be a couple snipers," Stan yelled as they heard sirens in the distance.

"The cops," Lorenzo said, "A blessing and a curse in this instance."

The gunfire stopped.

"Come out with your hands up," a voice boomed.

Lorenzo, Stan, and his men proceeded to leave their hiding places, putting their hands in the air. The cops came over, cuffed them, and read them their rights.