The Limit Is The Sky

Chapter 7 - Conveyor Belts and Cheese

Just act natural.

How do you act natural on a conveyor belt?

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  It took all the effort to hide behind the piles of luggage as the man slowly and effortlessly carried it, as if it weighed no more than feather.

  The bags were slowly lessing in number and this only meant one thing for the cockpit's two prisoners. No where else to hide.

  Suddenly, like the heavens finally granted Eden's silent pleas, the man decided to take a break from lifting to let another man take his next shift.

This was their chance. And it was now or never. 

  As if reading his mind, Abbeline said, "Let's go. There's a small chance of us escaping and I'm willing to gamble on it,"

  He nodded and they both padded out of cockpit, peering out slowly. It was entirely empty. What are the odds? There were piles of luggage at the bottom of the thin metal staircase. Some were already on a pick up truck.

  "Quick! The truck can hide us!" whispered Abbeline as she made a dash for it, leaving Eden to drag along behind her.

  They made it in time and as soon as they rested behind the pile of luggage, they heard voices of the incoming workers. The truck shuddered as the driver climbed in lazily, shutting the door with a loud bang.

A few more bags were loaded and a small tapping signaled the end of the pileup.

  He sighed in relief. This nightmare was almost over. In his head anyway. His only question was how they can get out of these handcuffs. Eden looks at Abbeline as she bent her head backwards, as the wind twisted her hair in lazy swirls around her head. She didn't look like she was upset by any of it. She actually looked like she was enjoying herself. 

  He bit back my comment and faced the front of the truck, peering from behind the small back window of the pickup truck to see that we were nearing the terminal.

Now...how the hell do we get off this truck without getting spotted? Thought Eden. 

  Question after question filled his head and he had a never ending stream of no answers to match it. His head was an empty slot and he was running out of solutions.

  The truck came to a halt and Eden's heart was beating with such intensity that he was sure Abbeline could here it's pounding, trying to break out of his chest.

But if she heard it, she showed no signs of it.

  The driver got out from his truck and began walking away. His hair was held secure under a company hat placed on backwards and his front shirt was stained with drops of sauce. He lit a cigarette along the way. Was that even legal here?

 Abbeline shot up and ran straight for this black curtain. She jumped in, like she'd done it a million times before. And based on her personality, it wouldn't surprise Eden if this was all she did for fun. 

  They landed with a thud and he felt a cold, rubbery substance under his now aching hands. Before he could ask the million dollar question, he heard Abbeline's voice in the darkness that surrounded them.

  "We're on a conveyor belt. If I were you, I'd get away from the main opening, unless you like being pelted with showers of flying luggage. Varying in sizes,"

"You sound like you've done this a million times," he said, despite myself.

He received a snort as he shuffled away from the direction he flew in from.