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Seth Feder · (08-07-2017)

The helicopter finally arrived to pick up Seth from the desert. Though it had nothing to do with the pilot, Seth yelled at him like he was the reason he was there. A confirmation was sent to Vinnie Lane that everything was fine and they would be heading back.

Seth kept requesting they land and go have some fun at a casino, but the pilot ignored him. The "10 times better" loose canon even threatened to jump out of the helicopter. It was safe to say Seth was just all talk and being Seth. The pilot kept on the course and followed orders given by his boss, Vinnie Lane.

They were just shy of about two hours before reaching their destination when Seth grabbed the helicopter control stick, and began fucking around. The pilot was not a fighter nor a violent man. In fact, Seth's wild personality came through in such a strong way that the pilot passed out in fear.

"Fuck!" Seth thought to himself.

Seth began slapping the pilot in the face trying to wake him up, but it did no good. He finally unbuckled the pilot from his seat, and sat down to land the thing himself. But what could a person really do with no prior flying experience but to go down quicker?

After sweating a little bit, Seth realized the helicopter wasn't diving. He grabbed a hold of the stick once again and moved it in a circle. The helicopter did nothing. His eyes glared at all the lit buttons and noticed nothing was going haywire. The gas gauge showed it had plenty of fuel left. A calm came over Seth once he came to the realization they would be fine once the pilot woke up, and there was plenty of time for that.

About twenty minutes later, the pilot finally had woken up. He looked over at Seth, who had his last cigarette lit in his mouth and a huge grin on his face.

The pilot informed Seth after a brief conversation that he had pressed autopilot once Seth started fucking around. A big sigh came over Seth. He grabbed the pilot's head and kissed his forehead.

"Oh, by the way, you owe two-grand."

"What? To whom? What are you talking about?"

"While you were taking a nap, I took your smart phone and played some poker games. Apparently I was playing for actual money."

Remember the pilot that passed out in fear with Seth screwing with him just an hour earlier? That pilot must have been replaced by his twin.

The man took his two hands and wrapped them around Seth's throat. All Seth could do was laugh and beg to be hit. Once the pilot realized this was going nowhere and he'd probably get the shit beat out of him, he went back to flying while screaming words not suitable for a young child's ears.

Two Hours Later. . .

Seth and Timothy (this was the pilot's name) were at a strip club that featured a full open bar, a few betting pool tables, a dozen slot machines, and two blackjack tables. They were somewhat drunk, laughing with cigarettes in their mouths, having a great time together.

Timothy's phone rang.

It was Vinnie Lane calling, probably looking for his investment since they should have arrived by now. Timothy ignored it, and they continued their fun ways.

Back In The Helicopter. . .

Finally, they were about ten minutes away from meeting up with Vinnie.

"Vinnie is giving me half a million for this gig."

The pilot couldn't help but react. His head turned quickly to a smiling Seth. To help prove it's not a bullshit conversation,
Seth showed him the "$50,000" transfer from Vinnie to Seth's bank account.

"That's yesterday's payment. I should be getting the next fifty sometime today."

You could sense greed and jealousy coming into the pilot's mind.

"Tell you what, bro, me and you go have some fun right now. I'll pay you the money I lost, and maybe we'll gain some more."

They were speaking the same language. He decided to take the helicopter off course.

On the way, Seth took out his phone and under his contacts found "Sid Feder."

He called...

"Son-of-a-bitch," Seth thinks to himself.

Back To The Strip Club. . .

Seth and Timothy both noticed Vinnie calling their phones back-and-forth trying to reach them. They would laugh, hit their shot glasses together and shoot it down.

"Mr. Lane is going to be so pissed at us."

"Nah, man. He's cool as shit. In fact, I've never told anyone about this, but Vinnie is my Uncle. Yeah. It's why he's reaching out to me -- to reconnect with my brother and I. Our pops, Papa Feder, and Vin were real tight. Sid and I found out that he fucked our mom. Sid is Papa Feder's dad. Through DNA testing, Vinnie found out he was my pop. To keep my mouth shut, he's paying me this load of cash."

"I--I didn't know he really had family around. He never talks about it."

"It feels good to get it off my chest, Timothy. Vinnie Lane is Seth Feder's pops."

"How about we do a shot to celebrate?"

"Hell yeah."

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