CHAPTER 22

The helicopter had been flying some some time now. Colton raged with fire as he sat uncomfortably in the aircraft besides his father.

"There is no way we can get past the border without being noticed. The security is freaking tight." Colton began.

"What the heck are we to do then? I'd rather die than go to that fucking jail." Blake ranted.

"Just shut up let me think." Colton screamed as he managed to absorb the air than sliced past his skin.

Blake fumed angrily. He wished he had his legs functioning. He really wished he did. If he had working legs in his body, life would be way easier for him. His son would have some respect.

Colton kept tapping his legs on the floor of the copter.

"Take us through the extreme end of the border, through the mountains. We have a better chance of escape!" Colton spoke to the pilot through the headphones.

"Affirmative boss! But we have a problem." The pilot said as he navigated a way using the compass embedded into the control board.