I know it's been awhile and I'm sorry. My life is so hectic right now, trying to get a job that I have been ignoring my stories. I hope to get back on a regular posting schedule soon, but no promises.

So enjoy!!! The last chapter ended with Josef finding out he was in a village called Bhon and calling Mick

Location, Location, Location

"Mick, buddy, I need your help…"

Mick stared at the receiver. He had been trying to locate Josef for the better part of two days. No one in his office knew where he was. A very frightened tech worker had informed him that Josef had bounded off to the airport after a mysterious text message. Usually, Mick would have let it go, Josef had business all over the world, but after his flight crew washed up dead on the beach and his plane was reported missing after take-off, Mick had been worried.

"Where are you?!" Mick couldn't contain both his joy and anger at Josef in that minute.

"That's a very good question…I think I'm in India."

"India? What the hell are you doing there?"

Josef sighed. "It's a long story, which I would love to tell you, but right now I need a plane ticket out of here."

"Okay," Mick said, sitting down at his desk and pulling up his computer screen to search for airports in India. "What airport are you at?"

"Um, well, I'm not at an airport, it's more like…"

"What's the closest airport?"

"I don't know."

"What?! How can you not know where you are?"

"I know where I am," Josef said, defensively. "I'm in Bhon."

"Where?" Mick scanned the map of major Indian cities.

"The village is called Bhon. I don't know where it is, it think it is in the north, near Pakistan. It's in the middle of the desert."

Mick spoke through clenched teeth, "How…did…you…get…there?"

There was a slight pause, then, "I fell out of an airplane."

"YOU WHAT?!"

"Look, Mick, I need to get back. I have no phone, no Indian money and no passport or visa."

Mick pinched the bridge of his nose. "How am I suppose to help?"

"Talk to Eric, you know the guy. He makes all my IDs. Get him to get me a passport and visa and a viable travel history as to why I'm here."

"Great, and where do I have him send it?" Mick asked, sarcastically.

"Uh…just a moment…" Josef pulled away from the phone and Mick could hear him talking to someone else. "Mick?" Josef's voice came back on.

"Yeah."

"I think they are telling me that I'm in Rajasthan…"

"Wait," Mick googled Rajasthan, India and found it to be a state in North Western India, right next to Pakistan. Well, he was right… "I found it. You're in North Western India like you thought. There is only one international airport in the whole state, in some city called…Jay-e-poor?"

"How is it spelled?"

"J-A-I-P-U-R."

"J-eye-poor, yeah, I've heard of it. Great, have the stuff sent there and I'll be there as soon as possible. I'll contact you the next time I have a chance."

"Okay, got it…And Josef,"

"Yeah?"

"Stay out of the sun." Mick hung up. He had a lot to do. He needed to find out how to contact Eric and he had to figure out how to get the stuff to Josef safely and quickly…