[Through the count less hours making deal's, executing heist's, Dr.RickMarshall feels he must expand on his business venture's. Thus far he has taken numerous flights from city to city, and something brilliant crossed his mind. Why not be the pilot, this way he can increase profits by cutting out an extra pilot and keep the costs low]

[So he heads to Las Vegas and handles the paper work for his flight lessons. After countless hours at the helm of a plane and many trips to Las Vegas, honing his skills, Dr.RickMarshall purchase's a plane of his own, something that can handle loads of merchandise, a Lockheed Model 10-A Electra. Because his influence is high, Dr.RickMarshall has no problem obtaining a hanger and a maintenance crew, so that they can go through the plane any make certain modifications like a .50 caliber Browning mounted machine gun, you know for good measure. Now it's just a matter of paying off air traffic control that way the Fed's are unaware of his presence. A couple million dollars later and Dr.RickMarshall is in business] 

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           After meeting with a few potential suppliers in Columbia I manage to set up a permanent partnership with cocoa farm. They agree to manufacture and supply me with regular shipments. All I have to do is handle the smuggling part, no problem there cause I own a plane and have the FAA in my back pocket. I then send word to BlackAtom and BretTheHitmanHart, with the particulars of the deal and drop off location.

           The deal is done and the merchandise has been loaded onto the plane. I begin my pre-flight checks then begin take off, doesn't take long an then I'm airborne and at altitude. There is nothing like hours of watching the sky and the occasional unidentified lights, moments of bliss as the sky passes through me. After flying over water and land I set my eyes on the deserts of Las Vegas, where the drop off point is located. I lower my altitude and once I'm lined up over the drop point, I release the cargo which is equipped with para-shoots that will deploy and allow the merchandise to land safely on the ground.

[With the cargo dropped off and in the hands of BlackAtom and BretTheHitmanHeart, Dr.RickMarshall begins navigating his way back to his personal hanger at the Downtown, Detroit airport...]

It turns out, Dr_RickMarshall was at it again. He had contacted me with another task that would yield a massive return. He told me to go to the desert outside of Las Vegas where he was supposed drop some cargo out of a plane.

I went and stole a truck and went down to the desert to pick up the package. He said to drive due east on an old dirt road called Ashberry Lane going about 35 mph when he lights the signal from the plane. So I did what he said.

I waited in the pitch black desert night searching the skies for my esteemed colleague. It wasn't long before the flash of the lantern was visible from my position. I jump in the car and high tail it, keeping Dr_RickMarshall's plane in my rearview mirror. I throttled the engine up to 35 mph and the next thing I knew the package landed on the truck bed with a loud thud. I pulled out my knife and cut the parachute loose while driving down the bumpy road. My mission now was to do something useful with the contents of this package.

I stopped at a small convenient store and put a tarp over the bed of the truck. Keeping this operation discreet was a very important thing to me and having somebody notice my cargo would bring unnecessary blood. I filled up on gas and took the long drive to New York where I was supposed to meet the dealers who would take this off my hands.

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I finally arrive in New York, sleep deprived and hungry. The housing projects were infested with drug users and gamblers and the stray dogs were outrageous. I walked up to the front of the building and asked for Jerry. We waited around for a few minutes, smoking cigarettes and shooting small talk until one of the guards signals me to go inside.

I walk in with the package and was led to a apartment that smelled like hot spices. Jerry was sitting on the couch, so I sat down across from him, holding some of the coke. He looks at me and says, "This was bound to happen eventually," and pulls out a shotgun. I didn't blink twice. I pulled my S&W out and put one in his skull. In the shock of the moment, everyone in the room was stunned, giving me enough time to grab the cash and making a last leap for the window. *CRASH* the window breaks and I land on the fire escape with cash and coke in hand. Shots continue to send cracks through the atmosphere.

Wasting no time, I ran as fast as I can to the bottom, seemingly dodging bullets on the way down. I finally get to the bottom and a speedster car pulls up. Its Dr_RickMarshall! 

"Where the fuck did you come from!?" I say as the bullets fly. Dr_RickMarshall opens the passenger door,"No time to explain!! Get in!" he yells in a serious tone. Without hesitation I run my happy ass over and jump in the car with the duffles of coke and money as Dr_RickMarshall peels out.

{3 hours Earlier...}

[Dr.RickMarshall is in mid-flight, on his way back to Detroit from Las Vegas, after making his drop]

        As I'm scanning the night sky I hear an unfamiliar voice over comms, "Lower Altitude...I repeat Lower altitude" I hear blaring through my comm radio. I quickly lower airspeed in hopes of getting a visual. "Just follow me to a safe landing and give up the cargo" I hear the man yell through comms. I instantly increase speed and altitude then proceed to take the safety of the new .50 Cal Browning mounted machine gun, one of many modifications to the plane.

[Dr.RickMarshall begins evasive maneuvers]

        As I'm attempt my evasion they begin firing upon my plane. The sound of their rapid fire is echoing through the sky as the shots can be seen cracking by the plane. I immediately pull up hard and slightly decrease speed then I push the throttle as I finish the loop. I end up behind the plane and that's when I let it rip...

[*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM* the sound of a .50 Cal Browning rips through the atmosphere as Dr.RickMarshall begins to shred the plane]

[The plane bursts into flames as the fuel leaking from the fuselage catches fire, then falls from the sky]

        I begin to try an radio base to warn BlackAtom that he may be compromised but to no avail. So I radio my informant, with success, and tell him to keep an ear to the ground for any Intel on these compromised buyers' location.

{5 minutes later...}

"Come in Dr.Rick..Come in Dr.Rick" I hear of the radio

I then reply "Dr.Rick here..go ahead.."

"Word is that A rat named Jerry plans on killing BlackAtom" the Informant replies.

"That rat bastard" I exclaim aloud.

"Yea looks like he never planned on making the transaction" the Informant continues.

I then ask "Where is this going down".

"Some housing projects in New York" the man answer.

"Get me a car ready for when I land in New York..Something fast!" I instruct the Informant.

"Sure thing Boss" he replies.

[Dr.RickMarshall gets a hold of Air Traffic Control and informs them he will make an unscheduled stop in New York]

         As I Begin to close in on New York, I am met with 2 aircraft who seem well paid especially if they wish to take their chances with "Dr.RickMarshall". They begin firing upon me, I take evasive action and spiral up into the clouds. As I break through the cloud cover, bullets zipping past me, I dip back below the clouds and confuse the enemy.

[As the planes soar above the clouds searching for Dr.RickMarshalls', he lurks just below the cloud cover]

         I increase throttle and pop up out the clouds, unleashing the .50 caliber bullets.

[A wall of armor piercing bullets rain upon the planes' tearing and ripping through their fuselage]

[After laying waste to the rest of the attackers, Dr.RickMarshall lands at the New York airport]

         A fast car is waiting when I land and I quickly take off, after being delayed in the air I waste no time. I'm racing through New York, weaving back and forth through traffic. When I reach the building I notice BlackAtom crashing through a window and landing on a fire escape. I immediately floor it and skid to a stop in front of BlackAtom.

["Where the fuck did you come from!?" BlackAtom say as the bullets fly. Dr_RickMarshall opens the passenger door,"No time to explain!! Get in!". Without hesitation BlackAtom runs his happy ass over and jumps in the car with the duffles of coke and money. Dr_RickMarshall then peels out and speeds off into New York...]

"Did you see that? Those people back there tried to kill me!" I yelled as I held the goods with a death grip,"So I got the cash and the doe." While flying down a side street on the way to the main highway, I reloaded my clip to full ammunition and threw the cargo in the back floor board. I suggest to Dr_RickMarshall that we go the Philadelphia to try to sell these units again. Just because one deal fell through, doesn't mean that all deals fall through.

As we close in on the main highway, Dr_RickMarshall notices two black mobster cars maintaining speed with our car. He alerted me to this development. I quickly snatched my S&W that I always kept in vision and turned to get a good look at our new un-wanted companions. "I see'em," I said to Dr_Rick as I look around for anything that could help with this situation.

"Look here!" Dr_Rick says as he reaches and pops up the beak seat to reveal an M1 Thompson sub-machine with 6 fully loaded 100 round drums. "Holy shit!" I express, then I take the weaponry and hit the mechanism to load one in the chamber. I looked over out of the window and see our tail with a rifle aimed directly at me. *BANG!* the window shatters and Dr_RickMarshall goes in to evasive maneuvers. I aim and spray a barrage of 9mm lead stones, swiss cheesing the side of their vehicle. Their car runs off the road and I get back in to sitting position. The second tail we had to deal with had a hard time keeping up with the speedster Dr_RickMarshall controlled. Dr_Rick opens the glove compartment and pulled out a fragmentation grenade. "Use this!" Dr_Rick says as he tosses the grenade over to me.

As the tail follows us, I pull the pin and roll the grenade outside of the car. The grenade rolls and they are caught in the trap... *BOOM* the tail's car explodes, causing a pileup in the middle of the highway. I get back in to a comfortable position, looking around to make sure that our troubles on the highway are finished. I stay on guard with gun loaded as we make our way to the streets of Philly.

[As Dr.RickMarshall and BlackAtom come off a daring escape they drive through Philly looking to off load Units, lucky Dr.RickMarshall knows of a place where we can turn a major profit off the Products obtained]

          I'm driving through Old City District, on route to a buyer, feeling sleep deprived and in need of a pick-me-up, I reach in the back seat and grab an Oz of Strawberry Cough from the back seat. "Just what we need" I exclaim aloud as I toss it to BlackAtom. The smell erupts from the bag the instant BlackAtom breaks the seal, filling the cars interior.

[BlackAtom puts his face in the bag an breaths deep in through the nose, admiring the pungent aroma]

           I reach into the glove compartment and pull hemp wraps then hand them to BlackAtom, "Roll a few" i say as I hand him the wraps. "Where did you get this" BlackAtom says with wonder in his voice. "The Green House in LA... my friend and what a wondrous place it is" I inform BlackAtom as he breaks up the Flowers.

[They fire up and as they do Dr.Rickmarshall pulls up to the place, he takes a few puffs then hands it to BlackAtom and says "Shouldn't take long" Dr.RickMarshall says as he exits the car, he then heads to the trunk and grabs the duffle bag full of Units]

[A few minutes later and Dr.RickMarshall emerges from the building with an even larger bag of money, he throws the money in the trunk and hops in the car. BlackAtom turns to Dr.RickMarshall and says "We're to next" he hands the blunt to Dr.RickMarshall as he does]

           "Looks like my suppler in Columbia is having a few issues" he says as he puffs

[Dr.RickMarshall puts the blunt in his mouth, to free a hand to start the car and as he starts the car he looks over to BlackAtom and says, "I hope you like flying". Dr.RickMarshall steps on the gas as they begin the drive back to his personal plane he left at the New York Airport...]

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[A few hours and a half ounce of Strawb5erry Cough later, Dr.RickMarshall and BlackAtom arrive at the New York airport. Dr.RickMarshall was able to get a short nap in while they fueled his plane for take off, being the Captain of this aircraft he need to be at the top of his game for the long flight to Columbia]

[The plane is fuel and Dr.RickMarshall Yells "All aboard" as BlackAtom enters the plane] (he's always wanted to say that)

[Dr.RickMarshall starts the plane and begins his pre-flight checks before heading down the run way]

           The engine roars louder as I increase throttle to get the plane to speed, a quick tug of the Yoke and the plane begins to gain altitude. "WOOooo" I exclaim as I feel the rush from increasing altitude quickly. I look back down the center of the plane and see BlackAtom sleep on the cot. 

[Dr.RickMarshall is off the coast of Florida when he begins experiencing some weird instrument anomalies]

           The Flight is going well until I look at my altitude meter and notice it's indicating the plane is right above ground. I instantly look out my window and see no change in altitude, still high in the clouds. "Mhmm strange" I say as I check the compass and notice it's spinning. A unexplained turbulence occurs as I enter cloud cover, the plain begins to shake, a strange red lighting storm begins to erupt in front of my eyes. I peer out the window watching as the lighting begins to change colors. I yell, "BlackAtom!..take a look at this", as I look back I see him still sleep, "How in the fuck can you be sleeping through this" i exclaim as the turbulence and lighting increases. Like this some kind of dream, I begin to question whether this real or not.

[Dr.RickMarshall finds himself in a state of unknown as the storm ceases]

            I look out the window and see an Island of white stone surrounded by concentric circles. The cloud cover begins to fade, giving way to a sight that is reserved for Kings. Twelve concentric circles in a line spanning a great distance, with city's of white stone on each. My eyes widen and my heart races at the magnificence of the sight, the white stone city fills my eyes as I gaze upon it. It is as if a look glass as opened in the clouds, allowing sight to another time. I begin to fly through more cloud cover, then the storms commences again, red, green and blue flashes of lightening, the light is blinding so I throw my arm over my eyes. The turbulence come to a violent crescendo before ceasing, I let out a sigh of relief as my instruments begin working normally.

[As the strange occurrence ceases BlackAtom snores so loud that he wakes his self up, "What I miss" BlackAtom asks as he pokes his head in the cockpit, stretching from his long nap]

[Dr.RickMarshall stares out the cockpit, face pale and in complete awe, he lets out a few words "You wouldn't believe it..."]

[Dr.RickMarshall goes over the events  as they continue their flight to Columbia...]

Hearing about what happened I say,"I think you seen Atlantis Rick. If what you say is true, you could win some type of award for this discovery." Dr_RickMarshall looks off into the horizon. I think he was daydreaming again. "How long til' Columbia?" I asked hoping he heard what I was saying. Dr_RickMarshall looks at his watch,"We have about twenty minutes before we start our decent. You should gather your things, I have a plan!" Dr_RickMarshall starts clicking buttons and talking on the radio head set while I go get my bag.

I opened it to check my inventory. I had a chrome Colt 1911, 3 sticks of dynamite and my trusty saw'd off. *Zip* I pick up the bag and Rick puts the radio on the plane intercom,"I know who this is! We know you have some expensive cargo aboard that plane. Land at the Pirata Bay airport or be shot down!"

"Pirates! Quick sentry positions!" Dr_RickMarshall yells. I was puzzled for a moment,"What the fuck is sentry positions?" "There's a Browning over there under that tarp! Use it!" Dr_Rick explained. I ran over to the object and pulled off the tarp. It was a huge machine gun with ammunition belt fed into it. The nose of the weapon stuck out of the side of the plane. Gun fire grazes the Dr_Ricks plane. "Evasive maneuvers!" I feel the g-force as Dr_Rick flies like a bat out of hell. As the chase moves onward, I can spot two small combat planes, blatantly painted in known pirate colors.  "I need you to open me up for a shot!" I hollered to Dr_Rick. He does a barrel roll and goes into a dive. The sound of the engine became louder as we gained speed. Dr_Rick pulls up and makes a sharp right when at a low altitude. One of the planes were passing in front of my crosshairs. *boom-boom-boom* I begin to unload the ammunition box. As I fire, smoke starts to trail behind our unwanted companion. The pirate spins out control. "Yeah!" I say as I throw my arm up.

As I celebrate my hit, the sound of bullets ripping through the plane quiets me down. Dr_RickMarshall pulls the trigger on his steering device. Apparently, while we were evading the downed pirate plane, his buddy had changed his course to line up a shot on us. So there we were, flying head on with our gun spraying and at the same time being sprayed upon. The pirate plane begins to smoke as we approach at high velocity, while Dr_Rick's planes takes on more damage. Dr_Rick does an exceedingly fast barrel roll and dodges the pirate plane. *Booomm!!* the pirate plane explodes, propelling Dr_RickMarshall's plane forward. The engine stops running, leaving a steady windy noise in the plane as we glide along. "Damn iiitt!" Dr_RickMarshall screams as he kicks the bullet holed floor. To my surprise the engine starts but runs only faintly. I cannot describe the height of relief I had felt as we began to descend toward the runway. Holding my bag, I bucket myself in and prepare for landing.