the airport under the radar , deliver them to Heaven, and then come back to t ake the real paying customers to their destination . His flight plan called for the take- off to be at noon . A man and a woman with fishing gear leaving according to p lan wouldn’t raise any suspicions . He would fly up the coast and deliver his alien passengers to the Kenai Peninsula. They would pay him and get picked up to go to Russia. “Easy money," he thought. He smiled an evil smile on how clever he had been.
His new passengers were there to meet him when Smith arrived back at the airport. He told them he would be ready to go as soon as he refueled. “Perfect,” he thought as he started the engine at 12 noon, his scheduled take off time .
As part of his plan, t he plane had been parked out in the open so that there would be plenty of witnesses seeing the scheduled vacationers load their fishing gear and take off toward Heaven Island.
In the air, Smith told his customers to sit back and relax. He assured them that everything was going as p lanned. He headed north toward some heavy rainclouds; the same ones that were bringing in the storm to Heaven Island. The air controller came on the radio and suggested Smith turn around and wait out the storm, but he radioed back, “Don’t look that bad from up here, we’re gonna go for it. Over . ”
A few minutes later, Smith saw a large flock of geese flying south and heading toward the plane. It was too late. The plane hit several of the big birds. There was an explosion and the parts of the plane, along with its passengers, went into the rough ocean below.
The headlines around the world the next day read, “Singer, another passenger and the pilot killed in plane crash off the coast of Alaska. ”
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Katie and Sadie ran back to the cabin and jumped onto the porch just as the heavens opened up. There was another flash of lightning and resulting boom of thunder. Sadie jumped and they hurried in the door . Katie closed it quickly behind them. “Nasty storm coming.” Katie said as she wiped the rain from her eyes. She went into the bathroom to get a towel to dry Sadie and herself. The lightning cracked again, this time much closer. It was followed by a loud blast of thunder.
Jesse, too, made it back to his cabin just before the storm struck. The blast of thunder that made Sadie jump had the same effect on Jesse. “What a storm!” he said as he hung up his hat on the nail behind the door. His jacket was wet, too, so he shook it and hung it on the back of one of the two chairs in the tiny kitchen. Then the second crack of thunder. The lightning had been so close that the whole cabin lit up. “I hope those two next door are okay, maybe I should go check.” As he opened the door, t here was another flash just as bright followed by a deafening clap of thunder. “And maybe not.” He said as he stepped away from the door.
The storm continued for quite a while , and if possible seemed to grow in intensity. The air was charged with electricity and the lightning crackled as it struck near the cabins. Katie didn’t like it much, but it was Sadie that was terrified and whined with each clap of thunder. Katie sat with her on the b ed and f ell asleep listening to the storm . She was even more tired than she thought from all the excitement of the day.
Jesse had lit the lantern in the cabin. He had decided to play his guitar for a while. As he reached for the instrument, there was a blinding flash of lightning. It had struck the fireplace, blowing it to bits. The propane tank in the back of the cabin exploded in a ball of fire. The roof was on fire and the old wood of the cabin started burning quickly. Jesse grabbed his