Avia Conn Bays is a strong willed female who is not afraid of a challenge. She worked hard to create her own personality from the ashes of what her biological parents left her. She was adopted at a young age and raised by her adoptive family Victoria and L Bays. Avia has her pilots license and utilizes her refined skill set to deliver "packages" for large sums of money, standing in as her career and monetary source. Some may say she is a brash and difficult person to be with but that only makes her more intriguing!
Biological Siblings/ Family Members – None that she knows about
Adopted Father – L. Bays
Occupation – Pilot
Employer – The Company
Tattoos, Body Piercing and Body Modifications - None
Avia History Avia Bays was born I n 1976 in Miami, Florida. Shortly after her birth, she was given up for adoption. She remained in the foster care system until she was 6 years old. At that time, she was adopted by Victoria and L. Bays and taken to Sarasota, Florida where she was home-schooled. She began pilot training when she was 15 years old. She attained her private pilot certificate when she was 16. At 17 years of age, she achieved her instrument and commercial twin-engine ratings. At 18, she became a CFII.
1. How did you land your Seneca in that rainstorm in Michigan?
Sideways. Seriously, I thought Victor was going to piss his pants. There was a ceiling of 500 feet and gusts to 30 knots. The Seneca is equipped with GPS, long-range tanks, extra tanks and an auto pilot that can do everything but land the plane. Once I plug in the coordinates, the plane pretty much flies itself.
2. Does your plane have onboard weather radar?
No. There’s no point. L won’t pay for it, and it doesn’t matter what the weather is, unless it’s a tropical storm or hurricane. When the shit needs delivered, it needs delivered. If I miss a drop, we lose money.
3. Is there ever a reason you won’t fly other than weather?
Duck tape solves most problems, but the mechanics will ground my plane on occasion for extensive damage. Usually caused by the Sanchez. I crashed so hard one time, they grounded me for six weeks due to a head injury.
It was the phone call that mattered the most to Benton. L was throwing a party. A family get-together. Everyone would be there. Grant – his uncle. Decker – his uncle by marriage. Ashley – L’s wife, his aunt. L was, of course, attending – Shadow’s adopted father, another uncle. Benton had never felt so fortunate. His extended family had helped him through the worst of times. Most recently, it had been his wife’s murder, the trial, and his resulting incarceration. Parole was a bitch, but jails were worse.
It wasn’t his fault Maddy had betrayed them. She had turned coats, become a double-agent of sorts. She gave Company information to the Sanchez and Sanchez information to the Company. Benton had no choice. He had to shoot her.
Benton sighed. It had been the beginning of the rift between him and Shadow. Maddy was her best friend. Benton hadn’t even known Shadow was home, but she had heard the gun shots, ran upstairs, and screamed. He had tried his best to comfort her, explain. Shadow sobbed.
Of course, it was nothing compared to the afternoon of their breakup. He hadn’t planned it. Benton had called her that morning to ask when she was coming back to Macapa. That afternoon. Perfect, they’d have lunch, watch movies, relax.
Then L had walked into the Parlor, listened to his private conversation, and interrupted once Benton had finished.