for what it's worth

Hello, world. I'm writing this from a private jet that is flying somewhere over Belize. I'm not flying first class, let's just put it that way.
It sucks that my hands are bound and it's really difficult to type. I'm fairly certain my captors don't know about my internet access.
Of course they know I'm smart enough not to draw attention to this craft, too.

I don't know where they're taking me.
I'll update you as soon as I can. I hear footsteps.

Gabe, out.