Cambodia Bound

KACELA

The SUV that Earl, Mouse, Tank and I were in parked next to the first hanger.  I watched for a moment as Nellie and Jarrett’s SUV continued on. 

I grabbed my duffle bag and hopped out, slinging it over my shoulder.  I reached in and pulled out my backpack that housed my laptops and other technology I thought might be useful on this trip before heading to the back of the vehicle and helping Mouse grab his boxes of toys. 

I had never been on a private jet before, and I think my face said how impressed I was because Earl outright laughed at me.  “So much better than coach,” he teased.   I sat in a luxurious leather recliner and peeked out the window to see Mouse instructing someone on how to stow his many boxes of things he thought he may need on this trip.

“He doesn’t plan on using all of that, does he?” I asked Earl, mildly.  He looked over my shoulder, crowding my view at the window. 

“Hell,