Andy: Flying High for The King

By Ronna M Bacon

When Andy Donovan sets off in his personal plane for a vacation, little does he expect to be kidnapped along with the beautiful Oshea Flanagan. Crash landing during a storm, Oshea and Andy manage to escape their kidnapper, taking refuge in the cabin of a retired physician.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ronna Bacon
• Release date: Nov 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781989699805

Ronna M Bacon

Ronna was raised in the country with a love of animals and reading. She at present works as a medical office assistant to a general surgeon in the Niagara area of Ontario, having been raised in central Ontario and living in Northern Alberta for five years while attending Bible School. When she is not working, she enjoys reading, her gardens, her two Shelties and her two cats, and, of course, writing the stories that God provides to her. Her faith and trust in God are important to her and she strives to show this in all her endeavors.

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Andy:

Flying High

For

The King

By

Ronna M. Bacon

Copyright © 2020 Ronna M. Bacon

ISBN 978-1-989699-81-2

Isaiah 40:31

But those who wait on the Lord

Shall renew their strength;

They shall mount up with wings like eagles,

They shall run and not be weary,

They shall walk and not faint.

NKJV

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Epilogue

Chapter 1

The freshness of the early fall morning greeted Andrew Donovan as he walked towards the plane hangars located on land owned by the Barnabas Foundation, his employer. He was headed away from there, needing some time and a vacation. Barnabas Carey, his employer, had just looked at him and then agreed, asking how much time he wanted. Andy had shrugged, not sure how long, but he would be in touch, he promised.

Drawing in a deep breath that cleared his lungs, Andy smiled. He was off, he thought, to fly wherever it was that he felt like. It was a change for him, usually heading out wherever it was he was needed. This time? It was for him.

Andy’s head turned as he heard a sound and then he shook it. No, he was the only one here at present, he thought. The mechanic had been around, helping to move the plane from the hangar and had then disappeared.

Frowning, Andy continued to work away, his pre-flight done. He paused once more, certain that he heard a noise. He spun and then circled the plane, returning to stand, his eyes on the hangar. No, he thought, there can’t be anyone here.

He approached the hangar cautiously, pausing outside as he once more heard a faint noise. Lord, I have no idea what I’m facing but You do. Protect me, please, dear Lord.

Andy searched the hangar, not seeing anything. He paused, a hand rubbing at his face before he ran it through his auburn hair, styled just a little longer than expected. His deep blue eyes were troubled.

Heading for the open door, his steps paused and then stopped. Andy’s gaze was fixed on the young woman, his age he thought, who stood just inside the open door. Her arm was tight in the grasp of a burly, older man. A gun was pointed to her head, scaring Andy, and not much did that.

Move this way. The man’s voice was harsh and rough. He jammed the gun harder at the young woman, drawing a soft cry from her.

Reluctant to comply, Andy moved slowly forward, desperately searching for a way out for them both and not seeing one.

Move it. Or she dies.

Andy kept his eyes on the eyes of the young woman, a frown crossing his face. He could see the fear in the deep green eyes but also anger. Lord, I have no idea what I just walked into, but You do. Help me to free her. He took in the short cap red curls and sighed once more. Why me, Lord? I’m supposed to be on holiday.

In the plane. Now, or she dies. The man’s words lashed at Andy, causing him to jump.

Why? You’re trespassing, you know.

Doesn’t matter. You’re the pilot. I’ve been watching you. You’re flying us out of here. The gun moved to point at Andy who shuddered and then walked towards the plane.

He was followed closely by the man, the lady’s reluctant steps forced from her as she was almost dragged to the plane and then up the stairs. Andy raised and locked the stairs before he turned once more.

Where are we heading?

Doesn’t matter right now. In there and get us up into the air. The man shoved the lady into the copilot seat and then sat behind her, his gun still evident.

Andy stared back at him before staring at the lady. He frowned as he stared at her. She looked familiar but he wasn’t sure about that even.

I need to file a flight plan. Where are we heading? Andy stared back at the man, feeling that was all he was doing at the moment.

File it for where you were heading. I’ll tell you where I want you to go once we’re in the air.

Andy ground his teeth together. This was not how it worked. Not at all. He was too careful in how he flew and with his flight plan.

Andy shifted on his seat. He had been flying in a circle, it seemed, for almost an hour. The man had simply told him to do that. Andy frowned. There was something wrong, he decided, only he had no idea what. He watched the sky, seeing clouds moving in and drew a deep breath. They were heading into a storm and that concerned him.

We’re heading into a storm. He glanced back at the man, finding the gun trained on him. We’ll need to land.

No landing. Keep flying.

I can’t just fly into that storm. Andy heard the warnings coming across his headset. They’re warning everyone to land.

No landing. Keep flying.

Andy was frustrated and worried. He needed to land, that much he knew, but he wasn’t being allowed to. His gaze shifted to the lady, who was watching him closely. She had not spoken.

His voice low, Andy finally spoke to her.

We’re in danger in more ways that one. I would like to know your name.

She glanced back at the man, who was staring out of the window, not seeming to be paying attention to them.

It’s Oshea Flanagan. How serious are you about the weather?

Deadly serious. If we don’t land, we’ll likely crash. Andy began to feel the weather beating around his plane and struggled to keep control. This isn’t good. Brace yourself, Oshea, we’re landing whether your friend wants us to or not.

He’s not my friend. I have no idea who he is. A cry came from her as a hand slapped across her face.

Hey! Leave her alone! Andy was momentarily distracted.

That moment of distraction was all it took. The wind began to toss the plane and with a sinking heart, Andy knew that he had lost control.

Brace yourself, Oshea. We’re going down.

Andy struggled to control the plane enough to land reasonably safely. The ground rushed towards them and the tree branches that they were dropping into beat at the sides of the plane. He heard a cry from Oshea as the plane landed in a clearing and then kept rolling. Andy was desperate to stop the plane but it was out of his control. He saw the trees rushing at him, heard Oshea’s cry and then nothing.

Chapter 2

The forest critters gradually crept back out, eyes wary as they studied the large object that had landed in their forest, disturbing the morning and their normal way of life. When no movement came from it, they stared at it a bit longer and then went about their normal daily business. It didn’t seem to be worrisome, they thought, or dangerous.

Oshea moved slightly, grimacing with pain, as her eyes cracked open slightly and she stared around. Her hand reached for Andy, touching his shoulder and shaking him. She suddenly spun, regretting it as her head pounded with pain. The man lay still. She didn’t care about him, she decided, but Andy needed her help. Her seatbelt loosened, she leaned closer to Andy, reaching for his wrist. Her head dropped with relief as she felt his pulse before she stared out of the window.

Oshea sighed. They were somewhere in the middle of nowhere, in a crashed plane, surrounded by trees. The pilot was unconscious. She turned once more for the man and felt for a pulse. It was faint and fading, she thought. This is not good. Lord, why am I in this situation? I can’t carry either man out of here.

Dropping to the ground through her window, Oshea winced at the pain she felt. Her hand clutched at her head, willing the headache to stop pounding. She searched the area and shook her head, regretting that movement.

I have no idea where we are, Lord. The only one who does is the man who calls himself Andy. I trust him and it is not in me to trust so easily or so quickly. I know that he wanted to prevent this, but couldn’t. She shivered in the wind that was gaining strength and felt the first drops of rain. Just what we need. A rainstorm.

She crawled back up the tree near her window and back into the cockpit. Andy had not moved and she didn’t think her abductor had. She spun to stare at him once more.

Who is he, Lord? I don’t have any enemies. At least, I don’t think I do. He just appeared last night, grabbed me as I was heading for my car after work, and shoved me into his car. His hand never left my arm the whole time. What does he want? And will we ever find out?

Oshea moved towards the rear of the plane, searching for a first aid kit and any supplies that she could find. She had no intention of staying there. As soon as she could get Andy awake, she was leaving. Bundling her supplies into a blanket, she lowered it carefully to the ground and then turned to Andy once more.

Andy stirred, moving to lean back against his seat. His eyes opened slightly as he gazed through the windshield at the trees surrounding them. He wasn’t sure where he was or even who he was. He felt a hand on his arm and then the seatbelt loosening.

Groaning as he was forced to move, Andy nodded at the soft question of could he move and go through the window. She needed him to. There was a tree outside that he could hold on to. Only he needed to move.

Oshea watched Andy as he slowly moved from his seat, concern on her face and then fear as she saw the blood on his shoulder. He was hurt and she didn’t know if she could stop the bleeding. She followed him out of the plane and then with an arm around him, she picked up her bundle and moved away, her steps slow enough that Andy could manage.

Oshea searched for somewhere that they would be safe and out of the weather. The wind and rain were picking up, soaking them both. She squinted as they came to a clearing. There was a cabin, she thought, her arm tightening around Andy as he stumbled, hardly able to stay on his feet.

Andy? Can you stay with me for a few moments? I need you to stay on your feet. Please? Andy? Please? Her voice held the sobs that she would not release as well as the fear and worry that she was feeling.

Andy finally nodded, his face whitening even more as he worked to place one foot ahead of the other, an enormous task he thought.

Oshea reached for the cabin door, praying that it would be unlocked. It moved under her hand and she hesitated just for a brief moment before she was through the door and looking for somewhere that Andy could sit. A bunk, she thought. Just what we need. She gently shoved Andy down on it, her face contorting in sympathy as he groaned with pain. She reached to swing his feet up and then for a blanket to cover him.

Searching for water, Oshea stopped to study the cabin. This is someone’s home that I just invaded, she thought, noting the tidiness of the cabin and the comfort of the furnishings. I can’t help it, can I, Lord? He needs help and I can’t move him any more than I have. Just let me not have hurt him too much. She reached for the kettle, filling it, and then staring at the stove. I can do this, she thought. I’ve done it before.

A while later, she was never sure afterwards how long it was, she set the basin of water beside the bunk. She had found a pair of scissors and knew that she needed to cut away Andy’s shirt. Only if she did that, what would he wear? She would have to search through his pack that she had somehow managed to bring with her.

A sound at the door had her on her feet, a hand to her mouth to control her scream. The man who entered paused and then turned to watch her.

You’re in my cabin, young lady. His voice, though stern, was gentle.

I know. Andy needs help. I had to find somewhere for him. She was on her knees once more, her hand reaching for the wet cloths to wipe away the blood and see how much damage had been done.

Your young man? He’s been injured? The man was beside her, moving her aside so that he could take over.

He’s not my young man. And yes, he has been injured. Oshea’s teeth worried at her lip. We were in a plane crash. I had to get him away from there. Away from that man

I see. How be we fix up your young man and then we’ll talk.

Chapter 3

His hand on the kettle, the man turned to watch Oshea. She had dropped to the floor, not caring that she had injuries that needed to be cared for, her hand on Andy’s as he moved restlessly. He shook his head at the pair. Lord, what have You led me into? I know that I’ll have to backtrack and see what she meant. I thought I heard a plane earlier today but didn’t think anything about it.

Here, young lady. On your feet and to the couch. I need to look at your injuries. He pulled her to her feet and then to the couch. My name’s Simon Crocker.

I’m Oshea Flanagan. That’s Andy Donovan. I’m sorry. I just walked into your house. We’ll leave as soon as I can get Andy on his feet. Oshea didn’t look at the man, her eyes on Andy instead.

You’ll not be going anywhere tonight. Simon finished his assessment, something that he had thought he had left behind when he retired as a physician. He had thought that God had heard him when he said