We boarded the small plane to make our wait to South Africa. It was a twin engine affair, all we could afford at the moment. But we knew the silver bullion we'd pick up would make it worth our while.
Just as we began to board the plane, an official ran out toward the runway, followed by five police officers. The official was waving documents in his hand, shouting. The police officers were waving their guns.
"Hurry up!" I shouted to the pilot. Jackie was frantically closing the door.
"No way can I take off now!" the pilot objected.
"Consider it an investment," I replied. "We'll give you a silver bar when we leave Johannesburg safely."
The plane was off the ground in less than three minutes.