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    The j Edgar Hoover Building in Washington DC is home to the headquarters of the FBI. Just a few blocks down Pennsylvania Avenue from the White House, you can actually arrange tours, but you have to give them a lot of notice, like booking a month in advance.

    Huey and I caught a taxi at the front door of the airport, along the very imaginatively named Smith Blvd. We crossed the Potomac River along the Theodore Roosevelt Bridge, and then followed Constitution Avenue, making a quick turn in front of the art gallery.

    The weather had really turned bad, and it was raining steadily. When the car pulled up to the curb, we had to dash for the door to avoid getting soaked, and we were both still pretty wet. Though you are allowed to tour the place, they'd be a little upset with me if I was to go into detail about how everything looked, but we met Ryan in the lobby and he brought us through security, who made me leave my personal phone in exchange for an ID badge that identified me as a visitor who had to be escorted.

    We went to the elevator and Ryan pressed the button for his floor as Huey explained his situation; he stayed remarkably on topic the whole time. Unlike in tv shows were they can have an entire conversation during an elevator ride, Huey continued to explain while we walked down the hall to the lab where Ryan worked.

    "Well then," Ryan said, "let's see what we're working with."

    Huey handed him his phone, which he had eventually been allowed to bring because of the relevance to what we were doing, and Ryan plugged it into his computer. I'm no slouch when it comes to computers, but pretty soon Ryan was bringing up screens I had never seen before, filled with tables of information.

    "Mm-hmm, uh-huh," he seemed to know exactly what it all meant. Then he brought up another screen and typed in a web address which took him to a very obscure site. If I remember correctly, it was called Google...or something like that. Yes, sarcasm implied.

    From there he was off looking at this and that, before he finally plugged in some of the information from the phone. "There you go," he said. "The call came from an address in California."

    With that he brought up a map of the area and zoomed in until we could see the front of the little white house. He scribbled down the address on a scrap of paper.

    "Go there, that may help you find what you're looking for."
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    Huey and I were back in the air shortly after, on a 787 bound for LAX.

    There was a steady drizzle coming down by the time we arrived, and we could hear it beating down on the jetway as we got off the plane. We wandered into the terminal, stopping for pizza at Sammy's. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the contacts until I found one I knew was local. It had been a few years since I had talked to Jimmy, I hoped he would remember me; I didn't have to worry.

    "Well I'll be darned," came the answer. "Of all the people I wasn't expecting to hear from today."

    "Hey Jimmy, how's tricks?" I said. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes before I finally got to the reason for calling him.

    "Jimmy, I need to use a plane, and I'm wondering if you still have yours?"

    "I do," he said. "Are you in town?"

    "Yeah."

    Jimmy laughed, "Well come by and see me." With that he told me where his plane was parked. I thanked him and we headed outside. The rain had picked up and was coming down steadily as we ducked under the wings for cover before clambering inside. It started pretty quickly, and I taxied us out to the runway, before giving it full power. Pretty soon we were airborne and I headed in the direction we had gotten.

    What was my plan? To be honest I wasn't quite sure. But the map had shown us there were a lot of fields in the area, and I was hoping we could put down in one and have a look around. Thinking back, it wasn't exactly the brightest of ideas, but you know what they say about hindsight.

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    They say the best laid plans can still go astray. We didn't have any plan, let alone a good one.

    By the time we got there, the rain had stopped and the sky had mostly cleared. We circled the house and took in the lay of the land. The house was surrounded by fields with a dirt road running past the front. I set us up to make a steep descent but I didn't time it right and had to lose some speed, then landed on the road. Trying to get into position, I ended up flying right past the house. So much for stealth.

    The road was still a little messy as we jumped out and kept our heads down as we ran back to the house. Huey and I crouched low by one window as we tried to peer in. There was a good film of grime on the glass making it hard to see, and I ducked back down. Huey kept trying to look in, and that's when we heard a voice behind us.

    "Hey!"

    I didn't stop to look, instead I was running as quick as I could, and it was only when I heard a roar that I glanced back. There was someone dressed in jeans and a white shirt on a reddish dirt bike, and he was headed my way. I'd lost sight of Huey, but headed in the direction of the plane.

    A gun shot rang out and I ducked my head down.
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    I hope everyone's enjoying!

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    Definitely not what we were hoping for!

    While we were huddled next to the house, it had started drizzling again, and I hadn't even noticed until I was running back to the plain when it started coming down harder.

    I stumbled along the road and I figured it wouldn't be long until I fell and smacked myself pretty good. Somehow I made it back to the plane and heaved myself into the pilot's seat. I flipped a few switches and turned the starter, the propeller came to life in front of me. I pushed hard on the left rudder pedal and gave it a bit of power. The plane started to swing around and I looked for Huey. He wasn't back yet, and I wondered if I should leave without him.

    Here's the thing. I'm a bit of a grump. I hate to admit it, but it's true. But I liked Huey, he was a good guy. I wasn't going anywhere and leaving him behind. I pulled the throttle back and the plane slowed. Just as I was about to hit the brakes, he pulled the right side door open and crawled partway in. Good enough, I jammed the throttle all the way forward.

    The ground was a mess and it wasn't easy to pick up speed, but eventually we did and the tail lifted. I looked out the window and there were three people on dirt bikes similar to the one I'd seen before and they were headed our way, guns held high in the hands of the riders. A shot rang out and I flinched. Then another, and a few more. I pulled the yoke towards me as far as I could and we lifted off.

    Huey cried out and as I glanced over, there was a look of terror in his eyes. I banked the plane hard to the left, and as I held it like that with one hand, I used my free one to reach over and help pull him in.

    We were safe, or so I thought. A minute or two later I smelled gasoline. One of those bullets had hit us. I hoped we would be okay for a little while. This wasn't my plane, and I would have some 'splaining to do...
    Spent way too much time using these sims...
    FS 5.1, FS-98, FS-2000, FS-2002, FS-2004, FSX, Flight, FSW, P3Dv3, P3Dv4, MSFS

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    Default Enjoying it, keep me amused...

    While, I am a readin' and enjoying the story. Little ragged here, I appreciate the action and love the aviation detail.

    Typing with one hand, and slurping my coffee. Surgery on my left arm on Monday but hanging in there....

    Still able to fly, but one hand adds a new level of difficulty...

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    Thanks, I always appreciate any feedback
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    Default Waiting for your next episode...

    Off topic, but I ran into the old problem of bringing one Carenado plane on top of another, flying FSX. Flew a King Air B200 right after a Caravan and ended up with a non-working ILS, and landed about 5 feet underground, making for an unmovable plane. Hmmm. At least gasoline in the cockpit has a more realistic solution, but gotta see what you are gonna do … (-:

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    Before leaving LAX, I had made sure we had a full tank of gas, and we had used about a third of that getting to the little house. Now the amount in the tanks was dropping steadily.

    Heading back, I set the highest altitude I could, so that if (when) we ran out of fuel, we'd have the longest possible glide distance. I kept my eyes outside for the telltale signs of a runway, until finally it happened. The engine sputtered a few times, then quit.

    There was a field ahead of us, but there was no way we were going to reach it. I looked for a closer runway we could land on, none made itself evident. We were getting closer and closer to the ground.

    LA has a whole series of highways that run all over, and the was one not far from us, so I adjusted for a steeper descent and levelled out above it to lose a little speed.

    The road had looked straight from above, but as we got down, we could see it winded a little, and there were a lot of cars on it. We had no choice, we were committed now since there was nothing else we could do. Huey ducked his head down and braced as best he could.
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    The screeching of tires alerted me that drivers below had seen the plane coming down and were doing their best to get out of the way. Huey's instinct to brace himself was considerably overblown since we touched down, albeit a bit harder than normal, without as much of an incident as he obviously feared.

    I used the pedals to steer to the side of the road and jumped out. I was running as quick as I could, and heard Huey behind me. We scrambled over the embankment that ran alongside the road, leaving the plane behind. On the street where we found ourselves, I flagged down a taxi. To be more precise, I essentially had to stand in front of it for the driver to stop.

    As we scrambled in, the driver shook his head in the rearview mirror. "I'm about to go off duty, find another cab."

    Huey moved to get out but I held him in place. "No, just give us a quick ride and we'll make it worth your while."

    The driver was about to disagree, but instead snorted and stomped on the accelerator. We took off with a lurch. "Where do you want to go?"

    "Take us to the closest airport."

    The ride didn't last more than a few minutes, and I made sure he got a generous tip for his efforts.

    We wandered around the general aviation parking area of the airport. Huey kept looking around and moving in a way that...it's hard to describe. He just looked suspicious. And that was the last thing we needed. As I glanced at the planes around, I realized we had two choices. Something small would be less noticeable going back to that house, but it might not be able to carry Huey's family if we found them. So we didn't have a lot of choice, we'd have to take something a bit larger and take the risk that it would be more visible.

    Finally, we came across a 172 parked just outside the FBO. As I turned the starter, the engine came to life and I gave it a little power. It was at that instant that someone came out of the building, waving his arms and shouting, though I couldn't hear him. Too late, I jammed the throttle forward and took off from the taxiway.
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