He returned his hands to the controls and they flew, with both of their hands on the interconnected wheels, comfortable until they were approaching the Venezuelan coastline.
Melissa couldn’t stop the smile. This is why she’d signed up with Delta. Go where no one else could and make a difference. She didn’t know quite what that looked like at the moment, but she could feel when she was in the groove.
Together they eased down within a hundred feet of the ocean waves. The next thousand miles were going to be seven hours of hard work. It would take everything they both had to avoid US and Mexican patrols. The Venezuelans weren’t doing much about patrolling their own air and sea lanes, one of the reasons they were such a prime smuggling route.
A hundred miles to sea, they were probably clear
