Everywhere around them was only sky as they floated higher into the atmosphere, an amazing feeling as neither had ventured in a hot air balloon. But an easy feeling came over our heroes as they continued to accelerate into the clouds with no sign of stopping. Nudging the operator to slow down he slumps over in the basket...lifeless, a dart embedded in his neck. "Do you know how to fly this thing?" says the skinny dude. "Fly, yes." says the fat guy, after a long pause "land...well, no." Will this be the end of our heroes? Who keeps killing those who help our heroes?... How the fuck do you stay 6 feet apart in a hot air balloon? These answers and maybe more if I ever feel like writing another novel.