posted on Apr, 25 2008 @ 10:36 AM
The young man looked up as the door handle twisted and clicked and the door opened wide allowing a large dark skinned man to walk through the door.
“Why am I being treated like I am some sort of criminal?” growled the restrained man at the rooms new arrival.
Little attention was paid to the comment as the man casually walked towards the table and sat down in the empty chair opposite of the disheveled
“Mr. Alrdic,” the man said as he sat down. “I am Agent Barber and I have been assigned to access your case,”the man said once he sat down at
the table, “I trust that you will cooperate with me”
Pressing a button on his notepad the cuffs released their hold on the man's wrist allowing him to regain his freedom. As soon as the straps had been
removed he began to massage his wrists while glaring at Agent Barber.
“I don’t know what type of place you people run around here,” he exclaimed, “I’m being treated like some kind of terrorist or something.
Christ sakes I was only about to crash because of that storm out there!”
“Mr. Aldric please,” Agent Barber asked calmly “I need to ask you some questions.”
“It was an emergency landing, had an engine out and needed to get on the ground fast, didn't think I would get arrested for it! Last time I checked
the Gestapo wasn’t in charge!” the frustrated man stated angrily.
“Mr. Alrdic, tell me how you got here again, start from the beginning of your day please if you would.” Agent Barber asked while scanning the
notepad in front of him.
“I’ve already told the story twice now,” the frustration in his voice straining to keep from yelling, “Jesus, why the hell can’t I get back
to my plane so I can get my gear and get the hell out of this place?”
“Travis…. may I call you Travis? You’ll tell me what I am asking because my partner who is on the other side of that mirror,” pointing at the
mirror behind him, “wants to just haul you outside and shoot you so we don’t have to go through all this. I, on the other hand, would like to
hear your story because I do not believe what the other people understood you correctly, so please, start from the beginning.”
The prisoner angrily responded, “You can’t just shoot people, I’m a Unit…”
In one swift motion the agent pulled his gun out of its hostler and slammed it down on the table facing the man directly across from him. The
prisoner’s eyes had grown wide with terror at the sight of the weapon across from him.
“Travis, the sooner you realize that you have NO rights the better off you will be, or I can just go ahead and shoot you now if you wish…. I’m
flexible either way, sure would save me from the paperwork.”
“Okay okay, I get it, you’re the bad cop or whatever. Fine, I’ll tell the story again if that will get me out of here.” Travis sat up straight
in the chair and ran his fingers through his hair before continuing.
“I got up this morning around 6:30 and did the basics. Got dressed, checked my email and headed off to the airport around 7:30. I stopped in at the
field’s operations center and filed my flight plan for what was supposed to have been a day of cutting holes in the sky. I was heading to St. Louis,
then to Indianapolis and back up to Chicago. The weather report was clear, a great day for flying. After I finished up at the operations center I
headed over to the hangar and pulled out my plane. That would be the blue and white Cessna 310 that I flew in with that barely made it to the ground.
. Anyhow, I got the preflight done on her and then parked my Harley in the hangar.”
“Yes my Harley, she’s a 2005 1200XL Sportster, peril yellow,” Travis responded with a laugh, “Harley Davidson motorcycle, that type of
“Please go on.” Agent Barber responded while writing the information down on his notepad.