A long time ago, back when the world was young, a young naval officer returning from leave, I was ordered by message to draw a .45 and a set of "traveling irons", and to bring a deserter back back from BCS through HOU (preIAH) to JAX. I was able to get the Highway Patrol to drive us to Houston and the airport, and fortunately there was a direct flight which we were allowed to board early, I locked him to the seat frame, and told him in case of emergency to ask me politely for the key. It did cause the pax around us to give usa wide berth....

Had anyone asked, I suppose I would have told them he was a serial rapist killer/ritual cannibal to upgrade the status of the tale.