Military Civilian Airport

I was on a military base and in the parking lot. The parking lot was for a large fenced off area that was an on base minimal civilian air port. Two men approached me with duffel bags over their shoulders. They had just committed a robbery and needed assistance getting away. I took one of the bags. I stayed overnight in a type of motel on the base. Upon waking, the valet had a Porsche waiting for me downstairs. It had a strange plastic front piece that reached slanted down to within barely scraping distance of the ground. I stuffed the money from the duffel bag into my traveling bag and attempted to leave the base in the Porsche. Their was a cell phone in the car that started ringing while I was driving. Upon answering the phone there was no response, just a low static. I hung up then threw the phone out. Perhaps the cops knew the phone was connected to the robbery. They might be able to triangulate my position if I kept the phone with me.

I wanted to get off the military base, but they were checking outgoing personnel's IDs. I reached into the side pocket of my traveling bag and found an assortment of cards. A couple were IDs but some were pictures. I sorted through them. The most authentic looking one had, instead of a regular photo of myself, a photo of a line of men. The most prominent one standing in the middle and more forward than the rest was not me. Despite this incongruity I decided to use it when I went through the exit gate. When I reached the exit gate and the cop manning it, I reached for the ID I had decided on before hand. Unfortunately I could not find it in the pile. All the cards were miscellaneous photos. I felt foolish for wasting the cop's time but proceeded to shuffle through them. The window was rolled down with the cop seeing my situation and waiting surprisingly patiently for me to find what I needed. Because of this set back I went back on base with the car and proceeded to the gate on foot, so that I would not hold up a line of cars as I tried to present the proper ID. This time I was able to present the proper ID. I walked back to where I had parked my car on the base.

Instead of leaving I proceeded to the civilian airport. I was in an assorted company of friends. One of whom had a departing flight. As I was leaving I noticed a large number of former members of my high school swim team leaving on different flights and apparently unaware of each others presence. I greeted some and they received me with only mild surprise. It seemed a large coincidence that so many people I knew would be at such an obscure location, a civilian airport on a military base. Oh well, they must have great rates.

Some time later I tried to leave the military base again. Fortunately the cop remembered me so I did not have to search for a proper ID.