Jackson struggled to keep his eyes open. He had been working a lot of double shifts lately to pay the bills. He stood with his hands on the dolly as the bags and boxes were loaded on. He covered his mouth to yawn.

"That's full. Take it to the others," said Frank.

"Sure thing." Jackson started pushing the dolly to take it to the others. He hadn't been sleeping enough in the past few days and started to drift to the side a bit. As he got close to a group of metal boxes, he ran over something. This caused the dolly to jump and some of the luggage to fall off. A few duffel bags and the metal box that was on the edge. "Damn it, who put that thing there?"

Jackson walked around and grabbed the duffel bags, putting them back on the dolly. "Don't want these to get lost." He saw a medium sized box in the group. It didn't match the others, it must have been the one to fall off. He put that on the dolly as well. "Got to keep on schedule." He pushed the dolly away.

Soon two more men walked up to the collection of metal boxes with a dolly. "These are all going to that private jet, right?"

"That's right. I put them here myself. Now help me load them up. Some of them are heavy." The two men started to pick up the boxes and slide them onto the dolly.

"Why do you think two of them weigh so much more than the others?"

"Who knows? Maybe they didn't fill them all the way or they have a lot of padding."

They linked the dolly to a small baggage truck and drove it out to the field to a lone airplane. They opened the hatch and slid in the boxes, strapping them into place. Once they were all in, they closed the hatch. "That should be all of them. There weren't anymore on the log." The two men started to drive back.