Chapter 63

The private jet is out of fuel, which inevitably means that I have to make an emergency landing.

With me being Wanted, this is going to be hard.

“How far are we from London?” James asks frantically.

This is serious, but it seems comical watching James react like this. He is almost always stoic and nonchalant. But he is genuinely afraid for his life and for ours too.

I check the coordinates and I realize that we have been flying for a while now, for we are literally in London already.

“We’re here, we’re in London,” I tell him and he takes in deep and steady breaths to calm himself.

I take my seat where the pilot is to sit and I begin to take the plane off autopilot.

I have not been to London for years, but my memory is still sharp and I can remember a lot.

“If we can remain flying for about..” I say as I look at the watch on my wrist.

“For about nine more minutes, then we would be able to reach an old abandoned airfield. We can land ther