CHAPTER 6
God his head hurt. What the hell happened? Last thing he remembered he was flying, but then he went under the control panel to see if he could fix the GPS and comms, but then…nothing.
Shit. Flyer tried to move his right arm to bring it up to his head, but the limb wouldn’t move. He tried opening his eyes but found that hard to do as well. What the hell is going on? Think, damn it, think.
Okay, I was flying, and everything was going okay, then…Spike! Oh s**t. Spike was in the plane and made me spill my coffee on the controls, which then led to a whole f****d up series of unfortunate events. Well didn’t that just make me Jim Carrey? f**k, I’m off course and because the comms was f****d, and my GPS was too, Wade and the guys won’t have any idea where I
am. But why does that thou
