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At night, three people wearing black cloths and masks sneaked pass a road and came to a fence. They climbed the fence with ease, and landed softly on the ground on the other side, and started running, quietly for a few minutes.
They came to a train that was stopped for the night, and one of the people took out a small device and put it up on the lock to the door. After a couple seconds, there was a beep and the device fell off and the door swung open.
The three people quietly walked onto the train and turned on flashlights, shinning them around.
They moved through the car, to some doors. They went through the doors into another car, and walked through that car, shinning their lights around.
One of the beams fell upon a first aid kit and the person holding the light pointed at the kit, the others quickly nodding.

The next day, at about lunch, people were boarding the train that the masked people were on the night before.
“All aboard!” the Conductor shouted. “Train’s leaving in 5 minutes, All aboard!”

Soon, the train was on it’s way, speeding down the tracks, the town far behind.

Inside, two Russian people sat next to each other and a third behind them. All three were reading newspapers.
The one sitting by himself looked up around the car and saw a bunch of people. He smiled as he looked out the window and saw a nuclear power plant off, not that far in the distance, ahead of them.
He smiled and took out a knife. He laid the newspaper down and walked out into the aisle, and to the two people in front of him.
“Excuse me?” he asked. The other two turned to look at him.
“Yes?” the closest one asked.
The standing Russian nodded his head and took out the knife. He brought it back and down, cutting into the other’s chest! Immediately, people started screaming, but the standing Russian turned. “Nobody move!” he yelled, pointing the knife out.
The other Russian who had been sitting but wasn’t hurt, jumped into the aisle and punched the standing guy in the back of the head, knocking him to the floor. He fell and hit his head off a seat as he fell, not moving.
“Is it safe to move?” a passenger asked.
“I think so.” The Russian who had just saved the day responded. “I’m going to go up front and alert the conductor. I’m also going to get a first aid kit for my friend.” And at that, with a quick glance out the window to see how far away the power plant was, he dashed to the car up front.
He busted through the door, startling other passengers. He glanced out the window again and saw that they were almost right next to the power plant. He ran to where the first aid kit was and tried to open it, but found that it was stuck.
He banged his fist off of it as hard as he could, and it snapped open. The Russian peered inside and saw a bomb inside, instead, and he reached up and pressed a glowing red button.

The train was speeding by the power plant, almost passed it, when a giant explosion came from the train, the fire and shock wave hitting the power plant, causing that to blow up and make an even bigger explosion, the shock wave heading for a town close by.

The next day, Terri Morris, a 23 year old female with shoulder length blonde hair, walked up to an electronic sign, putting her bookbag over her shoulder.
“Damn it!” She shouted. She looked at the sign and saw that it said that all trains are canceled for the next few days at least, due to the tragic events of yesterday’s accident.
“Now how am I suppose to get to Canada?” She asked to no one in particular. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she whipped around to see an aging old man with very little white hair and glasses.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I heard you saying that you were going to Canada?”
“Yes that’s right.” Terri answered.
“Were abouts?”
“Newfoundland.”
“Well there’s a flight that leaves tomorrow that goes there. You can just go to the airport and pick up the tickets for it.”
“That’s a good idea! Thanks!”
“Just trying to help out.” Then with that, the man turned and walked away. Terry looked and finally realized why there were so few people in the train station. She sighed and left, going outside, waving down a taxi.

At an Airport, a Russian Flight Attendant walked across the gravel and walked over to some stairs leading to a plane. He walked up the stairs and onto the plane, looking around once he got on.
“May I help you?” the attendant whipped around and the captain came out of the cockpit.
“I was scheduled to be on this flight.”
“Oh, ok. All Flight Attendants are suppose to meet in the back.”
“Ok, thanks.”
“No problem.”
The attendant walked down the aisles on the plane, but then turned around and headed to the cockpit once he head the door close and footsteps go down the stairs leading outside.
The Russian walked to the cockpit and opened the door. He looked in and found the place empty. He sat in the pilot’s seat and started looking at all the controls, and wires.
He reached under the dash and placed a small electronic device under, and pressed a small switch.
He sighed and got up to leave, and as he opened the door, the captain was about to walk in.
“I said the back of the plane, dear boy, not the front!” The captain said.
“I just wanted to see the cockpit. I’ve never actually seen one in person.”
“Aw. Well now that you’ve seen it, you can head to where the others are.”
“Yes, sir.” The Russian turned and headed to the back of the plane.

Terri walked out of the airport, clutching a plane ticket in her hand, which she quickly placed in her bookbag. She walked across the busy city street and waved down another taxi and got in.

Later that night, Terri was in her room, on the phone with her boyfriend. “Yeah, I’ll be coming down tomorrow. I was going to be leaving today and taking the train until I got to the ocean, then take a ferry, but all trains are canceled because of some terrorist activity or something. So I’ll be taking a plane instead, but it doesn’t leave until tomorrow. Yeah. I know. Ok. I love you to. Bye.”
Terri hung up the phone and walked out of her bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. She went in and started to run a shower.

Once she got out of the shower, she was in a bathrobe and she was sitting in her living room on a couch, watching T.V. and eating supper. She picked up the remote and started flipping through channels until it came to a music channel and she kept it there while she ate.
She was happy that she was going down to Newfoundland. She’d be able to see her boyfriend, parents, and friends again, most of which she hasn’t seen in 3 or 4 years. She was going down for summer vacation from her job and she was going to be gone for 3 months.
It was suppose to be a time of relaxing, but with all that was going on in the world, she’d doubt she’d be relaxing very much.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and she laid her supper down as she got up to answer it. She opened the door and it was her next door neighbor, which also happened to be her boss.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“We need you to come into work tomorrow. It’s an emergency.” The bald headed, short plump guy said.
“Gary, I was suppose to be gone today! I’m leaving tomorrow. I can’t come into work. You know I had this trip planned for months now!”
“Well let me put it this way. It’s either you come into work tomorrow, or you never come in again.”
“Then I choose never again.” Teri said, slamming the door in her boss’s face. She locked the door and turned away, heading back to the TV room.
As she sat down to watch more TV and finish eating, she thought to herself, Well looks like this is going to be a nice long, relaxing vacation afterall!

At the train station, cops were standing around the station, police tape around the entrance.
“So all the trains are stopped?” the cop in charge asked.
“Don’t worry, Rick. We’ve got it all covered.” One of the cops said.
“Good.” Rick patted him on the back. “Now what well be their next target?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well if whoever did this was smart enough to do this, then he must have also been smart enough to know that the trains would be shut down for a while, and he must have thought of another target. What would he do?”
“Bomb threat in a building?”
“No, no. that’s to amateur for this guy. Our guy likes moving bombs. Trains are off the list now. What’s left? Buses, cars, planes, boats, the list just goes on.” Rick said.
“So how do we find this guy?”
“We find someone that’s working for him. Whoever blew that train up blew it up next to a power plant on purpose and chances are it wasn’t a time bomb that was on that train because if the train was delayed, then the bomb wouldn’t blow up next to the power plant.”
“Which means?”
“Which means that there was at least one person on that train that was working for our guy, that blew the bomb. Now if this guy just sends his men into suicidal runs like that, then he must have enough working for him. We’ve just got to ask around and ask the right people and we’ll have this guy in no time.” Rick cheered. “Then we can also find out what else he’s attached bombs to, and we can go stop them.”

The next morning, Terri woke up early, and got dressed. She brought her luggage out her front door to a waiting taxi, got in, and went to the airport.

At the airport, they were announcing that the flight to Newfoundland was now boarding, and a bunch of people stood up from their seats in the waiting area of the airport and formed into a line-up.

Terri rushed into the airport, got her baggage checked, and rushed through security, and got up to the boarding line, right before they were about to close the doors.
“You better hurry.” The attendant said. “They’re leaving soon.”
“I know!” Terri shouted. “Taxi trouble!” she showed her ticket and rushed onto the plane.
As she walked down the aisles, she saw that the plane she was on, was huge! She passed by family’s and people, walking to her seat. When she got there, there was a Russian sitting in the seat next to her.
Terri moved into her seat and sat down, doing up her seatbelt. She turned to the Russian.
“Going to Newfoundland, huh?” She asked.
“Yes.” He answered. “My name is Domingo. What’s yours?”
“My name’s Terri. I’m going back to visit some family and my boyfriend. I was suppose to take the train, but where you know, those damn terrorists stopped that plan real fast! Stupid terrorists. They should all be punished.”
“You really think that?” Domingo asked.
“Yeah. All they do is destroy our things. And for no reason really.”
“Maybe they’re mad at something.”
“Oh like what?” Terri started laughing. “The fact that we use them in movies and don’t credit them properly? Ha ha ha.”
“Maybe. You never know these days.”
“Tell me about it.” Terri calmed herself down.

Once the plane was in the air and the seatbelt sign was off, Terri got up to go back to the bathroom and on her way, saw 4 more Russians. Boy, what is it with Russians and Newfoundland? Some kind of work shop or something?
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a tug on her arm. She looked down and saw a 5 year old girl looking up at her.
“You’re pretty.” She smiled.
“Thank you.” Terri said back. “So are you.”
“Michele!” The little girl turned around to face her mother. It was her mother who had spoken. She then looked up at Terri. “I’m very sorry.”
“No, that’s ok.” Terri said. “You have a lovely daughter.”
“Thank you.” The mother said. She extended her hand. “I’m Jo.” Terri shook hands.
“I’m Terri. Well if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to use the bathroom.”
“Oh sorry!” Jo apologized. Terri turned and went to the bathroom.

Up in the cockpit, the pilot and co-pilot were checking gauges and readings and things like that.
“So far all is well.” The pilot said.
“Yep.” The co-pilot said back. “That train accident has me shaken up though.”
“Oh don’t worry. That was on the ground.” The pilot tried to reassure him. “We’re far from that.”
“All I’m saying, is that if any terrorists try to come in here and take over the plane, I’ll give him a Hi-Ya!” and with that, he brought his hand down in a karate chop motion.

Back on the ground, and miles away from the airport, Rick walked into the police station.
“Any one found anything out yet?” He asked. A cop ran up to him.
“I have, sir.”
“What’s your name?” Rick asked.
“Bruce. Bruce Kava.”
“Well what did you find out?”
“There’s a major group of Russians that have been involved in lots of the crime around lately. Supposedly, their the biggest gang that’s active.”
“Russians, huh?” Rick asked. “great. Probley social outcasts from Russia that were kicked out or something and decided to come here and do damage. Any idea on who the leader is?”
“No, sir.” Bruce answered. “Nobody on the street knows, either. It’s really secret.”
“Where’s their main hideout located?”
“That too, is unknown.”
“A group that big and nobody knows anything about them? I want to know soon!” Rick yelled. “I won’t have any more terrorist activity happen!”

Up in the air, Terri was reading a book, while Domingo was looking out the window. Suddenly the phone in front of him, on the chair, started ringing. Terri and other passengers look at it, a weird look on their face, but Domingo answers it as if he was expecting it to happen.
“Hello? Yes, of course. Alright. Bye.” And he hung up. He turned to Terri. “Excuse me.”
Terri backed up in her chair, allowing Domingo to walk out into the aisle. As he did, the other 5 Russians did so as well, and 3 started moving to the cockpit, while the other three started moving to the back, where the stairs where that led down.

Inside the cockpit, the door slammed open and three Russians walked in, taking out guns, the co-pilot screaming like a girl.
“What is the meaning of this?” The pilot demanded as he turned in his chair.
“We’re taking over.” Domingo replied.
“I won’t have it!” The pilot shouted. Domingo took out a gun and fired, shooting the pilot in the head.
“I will!” The co-pilot said, shaking fearfully. Domingo shoved the dead pilot’s body unto the floor and took the controls of the plane. One of the others turned and left.

Downstairs, where there was another line of passengers, the other three Russians took out their guns and told everyone to remain calm and they wouldn’t be hurt. There was a couple screams, but that was all. One of the terrorists turned and walked back up.

The two terrorists met and told that floor of passengers the same thing as the bottom floor.
Terri started getting all sweaty as she now knew that Domingo was a terrorist as well.
All the other crew was heard to the back of the plane, into a walk in closet, which was the size of a small room, with one terrorist guard.
Terri started to sit up, but one of the Russians pointed the gun at her. “I’m just going to go back and sit with my friend.” Terri said.
“No! You stay!” Terri sat back down and glanced a look at Jo and her daughter, who were both visibly scared.

On the ground, Rick was driving his car down the city streets as fast as he could, followed by a squad of cop cars, sirens blaring.
They soon came to a small, quiet neighborhood at all screeched to a stop in front of a certain two-story house. Rick jumped out of his car, loading his gun, cops from all the other cars soon getting out as well.
“I want the entire house checked!” Rick shouted. “We were given this address, of confirmed Terrorist Goldesky Verdant. Don’t hesitate to shoot, if threatened, but we do need him alive!”
Bruce and the cops rushed to the door and kicked it in, causing it to fall to the floor on the other side. All the lights were off, so the cops turned on a few flashlights and started searching.
Rick took out a bullhorn and said into it, “Goldesky Verdant, we have you surrounded, come out with your hands up!” as he said that, more cops arrived and started surrounding the house.

Inside the house, Bruce was leading the team through the house. He pointed the closest bunch of cops. “You guys cover the second floor. The rest cover this floor.”
They nodded and went they’re ways.
The team Bruce was leading, walked among the first floor, shinning flashlights around. They soon came to a closed door, which Bruce guessed, led to a basement. They began to move towards it.

Outside, Rick looked at the cops surrounding the house. Then he looked at puzzled neighbors slowly walking out of their houses to see what was going on.

Inside the house, Bruce moved his hand to open the door and pulled it back.

Outside, when Rick turned back around to face the house, he was going to raise the bullhorn again, but suddenly the house exploded, erupting into a giant fireball, the shockwave sending surrounding cops to the ground and shattering windows of nearby houses.
“Bruce!” Rick shouted. He dropped the horn and ran as fast as he could to the house, but before he got very far, another explosion happened, killing some of the surrounding cops.
The surviving cops and Rick backed up to the cars, and called for medical treatment.

Up in the air, Terri was getting really scared. A couple of the people who were complaining and yelling at the terrorists were just dragged away, upstairs, and when the Russian came back, the others didn’t.
Terri was wondering what was upstairs. She knew downstairs was another passenger place, but what was upstairs?
Last she saw, a small teenager was dragged up there, because he was praying out loud. Enough was enough. She didn’t spend 6 years in a woman’s defense class just to let these pieces of crap ruin her long needed vacation, no way. It was time she did something, because apparently, no one else was going to.
She waited for one of the two Russians to go join the pilot one, which she guessed was Domingo, before she started her plane. One of the two Russians always went up into the cockpit every ten minutes or so.
She raised her hand and called the other Russian guard over. He walked over. “What is it?” He asked.
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Can’t you hold it?”
“No, I’ve been holding it.”
“Alright. Let me take your seatbelt off so you do not try any funny business.” As the Russian bent down to take off Terri’s seatbelt, he saw that it was already off! Before he could do anything, Terri slammed her knee up into the Russian’s face, causing him to fly back, and fall into the aisle.
Terri jumped out of her seat and into the aisle, looking down, seeing that the Russian’s nose was broken, blood leaking onto the carpet. The Russian opened his mouth, about to call for help, when Terri kicked him to the back of the head, really hard, knocking him out.
People started to clap, but Terri gave them the ‘silence it’ signal, and they all listened.
Terri tried moving the body, but it was too heavy. She heard Jo tell her daughter, “Stay here, I’m going to help that lady we met earlier.”
Then a second later, Jo was there, helping to move the body.
“Where are we going to put it?” Jo asked.
“In that room at the back where the crew is.” Terri answered, taking the Russian’s gun and putting it in her pants. They lifted him up and walked down the aisle, going to the small room.
They opened the door and walked in, laying him on the floor.
“Everyone,” Terri started saying to the crew. “Remain in here for the time being. We well have this plane under control soon, and when we do, the pilot can fly it again.”
“The pilot’s dead.” The co-pilot spoke up. “But I’m the co-pilot. I can fly this thing. Just get me to the cockpit.”
“All in due time.” Terri announced. “Just give us awhile.”
“Terri, that other guy well be coming back soon.” Jo pointed out.
“I know.” They turned and left, closing the door behind them. As they passed by the stairs, Terri looked down and up.
“There’s two more downstairs.” She said. “And two in the cockpit. What the hell is upstairs?”
“I don’t know.” The cockpit door started to open. “Crap, he’s coming back.” Jo turned and started walking back to her seat, but Terri made a quick dash up the stairs.

On the top floor of the plane, Terri looked around and saw a small room like the one downstairs, only this one also had a door in the back. She walked to it and opened it up, walking into another room.
This room was more of a storage room for the crew’s belongings, but it was connected to another room. She started to hear a Russian yell and she looked around on the floor and found a vent.
She quietly walked over to it and looked down, seeing the floor below. She saw Jo standing in the aisle, the Russian having come back and seen her standing.
“Where is the other?” The Russian yelled.
“The other Russian?” Jo asked, nervous. “He went downstairs.”
“You lie!” the Russian started to look around. “Where is that other girl? The one Domingo used to be sitting next to.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“You lie again! Enough of this!” The Russian pushed Jo to the floor and raised his gun, firing, shooting Jo.
Terri fell back over, gasping, tears coming to her eyes. “Mommy!” She faintly heard Jo’s daughter, Michele cry out.
Terri fought to remain under control, but found herself wanting to kill everyone of the terrorists more then ever. Jo had died, protecting her, and she was going to make sure it wasn’t a lost cause.
Terri took out the gun and made sure it was loaded, before putting it back in her pants and standing up, looking around.

On the ground, Rick was at the police station, his eyes red. Across from him, was the manager of the airport.
“I’m sorry you lost your friend and troops.” The manager said. “But I think I know what the terrorists next take over is.”
“What is it?” Rick asked, anger in his voice.
“The airlines.”
“Why?”
“Because three of our planes have suddenly changed course, all around the same time, and seem to be headed for main buildings. One’s headed for the CN Tower in Canada, one’s headed for the White House, and one’s headed right into the middle of this city.”
“Well what are they going to do? Crash the planes?” Then he realized that’s exactly what they had in mind. “Crap! We need to stop those planes! There are innocents on board!”
“Flights 109, 753, and 34 have been taken over.” The Manager said. Just then, Rick’s phone rang and he answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Oh, Hi Scott.”
“Jo got on the plane this morning.”
“So she’s finally going to go see her uncle?” Rick asked. Then something dawned on him. “Wait, what flight was she?”
“Number 753, I think, why?”

Up in the air, on the third floor, Terri walked into the third and last room, a room that connected to some kind of vents that traveled through the plane.
She looked over, and saw the bodies of all the passengers that were brought up here and killed. She fought herself from screaming, but a small peep came out, but no loud enough for anyone to hear.
She went down on her hands and knees and crawled into the duct, going straight. Suddenly, there was a drop off and she fell, causing a big bang sound once she landed. Pain shot through her body, but she soon regained her position and saw the gun a few feet ahead, in the duct.
She crawled over to it and picked it up. She saw she was right by another vent and she looked out, to see a Russian face staring back at her!
She let out a scream and started to crawl away fast, as the Russian kicked in the vent, crawling in after her.

Up in a helicopter, Scott was sitting next to Rick. “According to this map, we should be coming across the plane shortly.” The helicopter pilot said.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Rick asked.
“Rick, my wife and child is on that plane. I’m going to do everything I can to get them to safety. You just worry about the other two planes and that Russian boss guy and let me handle this plane. Chances are the pilot’s still alive anyway, so I won’t even have to fly the damn thing.”
“Ok.” Rick said. Soon enough, the plane came out of some clouds below them. The helicopter lowered and hovered right above the plane roof.”
“Now how am I going to get on the plane?” Scott asked, attaching a rope to his back, that was attached to the chopper.
“There’s a small escape hatch on the roof, right below us. You’ll be able to see it when we move.” Rick answered. “Just open that up and hop in. the only way it’d be locked is if it’s welded, but I doubt that they thought of someone being this crazy to actually use the roof.”
“Well you know me.” Scott said. He opened the door to the helicopter as it went up a little higher.
“What are you going to do once you get on the plane?” Rick asked.
Scott smiled. “I’m going to kick some ass.” At that, he jumped out of the helicopter, and landed on the roof of the plane. He started to slip off, but Rick tightened the rope on the chopper, which stayed with the plane, keeping Scott on the roof.
Scott straightened himself out and crawled to the hatch. He lifted it up and detached the rope on his back, leaving him on the roof of the plane, with no rope.
The rope was pulled back into the chopper, which flew away, back the way it came.
Scott grabbed onto the edge of the hatch and jumped inside, closing it behind him.

Terri came to a dead end in the ducts, and leaned her back up against it as the Russian crawled closer. She reached down for her gun, but saw that it had fallen out, someplace behind the Russian.
He looked up and saw her. He took out his gun, and was about to fire, when banging noise was heard and the Russia turned around, just in time to see another person fall from the top of the ducts, at the other end.
“Help me!” Terry shouted. The Russian looked back and fourth from Terri to the new commer, not sure which to go after.
He decided to shoot the new person, then go for the one he was after. He raised his gun, but the new person unfolded onto his back, and took out a gun, firing, three times, each time hitting the Russian, killing him.
The terrorist fell down dead, Terri taking his gun and crawling over his body to her other gun which she took.
She looked up at the new person. “Hi. My name’s Terri.”
“My name’s Scott.”
“Why are you here?”
“I’m here to safe the day! How many of these terrorists are left?” Scott asked.
“Let’s see. There’s on in the cockpit, flying the plane, one the second floor, and one more on this floor, and one knocked out, in the hostage room.”
“Well let’s get to work.” Scott suggested. They crawled back to the smashed in vent, and crawled out, Scott first. When they got out, they saw a gun pointed at their heads, from the other Russian on the bottom floor.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your heads off.” The Russian smiled.
“Because.” Scott said.
“Because what?”
Scott ducked, bringing his foot up as he fell, slamming it into the terrorist’s nuts, causing him to bent over, where then Terri side kicked him, sending him flying back.
Scott got back up as they both moved towards the fallen Russian, looking down at him.
“Mercy.” The Russian pleaded.
“Why?” Scott asked. “You planned on crashing this plane into a city.” Terri looked over at Scott with fear and wonder in her eyes.
Scott aimed his gun down and fired. “Everyone remain calm.” He said to the passengers as he started going from row to row, looking for Jo. “We’ll have the situation under control soon.”
Terri caught up to him. “What did you mean by crashing the plane?”
“These guys are what’s known as suicide runners. They’re planning on crashing the plane right in the middle of the city, right into the electrical grid, therefor creating a massive explosion and knocking out all power across the city, permanently.”
“Wow.” Then Terri realized that Scott was looking for someone. “Who are you looking for?”
“My wife and daughter. Jo and Michele.”
“Oh my god.” Terri whispered.
“What is it?” Scott asked, turning around to her.
“Jo was killed. She was shot, while trying to protect me.”
“No!” Scott shouted. “What about Michele? Is she alright?”
“She’s fine. They haven’t touched her as far as I know.” Scott turned and headed for the stairs, Terri following.

In the Hostage room where the crew was, the Russian opened his eyes, and saw that everyone was turned away from him, listening at the door to find out what was going on.
He raised quietly, and took out an extra gun. He pointed it at the closest crew member, which happened to be the co-pilot and fired.
He fell down, dead, everyone else turning around and screaming. “Nobody else move!” The Russian shouted. He moved passed the people, pointing his gun at them. He made it to the door and walked out into the aisles, heading to the cockpit, where Domingo and the other Russian was.

Scott and Terri got to the second floor and didn’t see any of the Russians. “Everyone,” Scott spoke up. “Move to the back room, quietly.” The passengers all got up and started moving to the room where the crew was being held.
Michele saw Scott and ran over and hugged him. “Daddy!”
“Michele! Listen, follow the other people into the room, ok? I’ll be along shortly.”
“Ok.” Michele followed the others. After everyone was out of the main aisle, Scott and Terri saw Jo’s body on the floor. Scott started crying and ran to it, bending down to hug it, crying more.
Terri stayed back where she was, watching the door to the cockpit. The door started to open, but Scoot didn’t move form his position on the floor. The two Russians walked out and saw Scott and Terri, and opened fire, moving into two separate seat rows, across from each other.
Terri took out her two guns and fired as she jumped and landed on her side behind a row of seats. She stood up and saw that Scott still hadn’t even flinched.
“Scott, get moving!” She opened fire on the other two Russians, covering the unmoving Scott. Suddenly, Terri ducked down as bullets ripped into the chairs that were behind her.
She stood back up and started firing, but the other two Russians, ducked down.
Scott rose his head and took out his two guns, but didn’t move his body. He saw one of the Russians aiming out from the side of the aisle, aiming at Terri. With anger flowing through his body, Scott pointed his two guns at him and fired, killing him.
The other Russian jumped up the same time Terri and Scott did, and bullets whizzed all over the place, shooting chairs, walls, floors, everything, but the three people.
Then Terri was hit by a bullet in the arm and fell to the floor. Scott looked back at her and forward again, firing as he moved to the side, and back, going towards Terri. The Russian started to move as well, but was shot down by Scott’s shooting, and so fell to the floor, dead.
Scott ran back to Terry and helped her to stand. He saw her covering her bloody arm, where she was shot.
“Are you ok?” Scott asked.
“I Think so.” Terry answered, gritting her teeth. “Just grazed my arm, I think.”
“Stay here.” Scott ran to the stairs, and half way up, he found a first aid kit. He opened it and took out some bandages and ran back to Terri and bandaged her arm.

Inside the Cockpit, Domingo reached down under the dashboard to where he put the device the day before and pressed a small switch. He left the seat and stood up, watching the plane go on his little auto-pilot mode.
He took out a gun from under the seat and opened the door, going into the passenger compartment.

Before Domingo came out, Scott told Terri to get the passengers from the floor below, into the small room where the others were, so she rushed downstairs to get them.
While she was gone, Scott started to move towards the cockpit, when the door opened and Domingo walked out, raising the gun and firing, causing Scott to drop to the floor and roll under a row of seats.
“Come on out.” Domingo chanted. “You are going to die anyway.”
Terri got to the floor, and was leading the other passengers to the small room, when Domingo looked up and saw it.
He raised his gun to fire at them, but Scott reached out his hand and grabbed Domingo’s leg, tripping him up, sending him to the floor.
“Hurry!” Terri urged the passengers and they walked into the crowded room. Terri turned to face the danger, bringing up her guns.
Scott jumped out of the aisle and onto Domingo’ dropping his guns and knocking Domingo’s away.
They both stood up as the last of the passengers got into the room and Terri closed the door.
Scott moved out of the way, so Terri could fire, but when she tried to, all she heard was the gun’s little way of saying it was out of ammo.
Scott and Domingo flew at each other, kicking and punching and blocking different moves.
Terri ran passed them and into the cockpit, closing and locking the door behind her.

On the ground, Rick was at the airport with the Manager, in the control room.
“We just lost one plane.” The manager said. “It just crashed into the CN Tower, destroying it.”
“Sir,” One of the techs turned in his chair. “We just lost another one, sir. Though this one didn’t hit the White House. It seemed to have crashed just outside Washington.”
“Must have been a struggle.” Rick said.
“That means there’s still one left. And it’s headed our way.” The Manager looked out the giant window at the closed down runway. Ever since the news of the planes being taken over was mentioned, all air travel has been shut down, and the search for Goldesky Verdant had become a full scale Military search with the FBI involved, causing Rick to loose jurisdiction.

On the plane, Scott got a good punch laid to his chin by Domingo, and he staggered back a bit.
He soon did a running jump kick, sending Domingo flying back and flipping over the edge of a chair.

Inside the cockpit, Terri looked around to see how the plane was flying. She thought of auto-pilot, but realized that unless the terrorists reprogrammed it, then the plane would have changed course.
As she was feeling under the dashboard, her hands came across a small square device. She looked at hit, then turned back to a manual on the floor and started looking for a picture of the dashboard. She came across blueprints for it and didn’t see the square device in it.
She looked back under and saw that it was indeed, just attached there. “Uh, Scott?” She called out.

In the main part, Scott tripped Domingo up and elbowed him in the face as he fell. Scott rushed to the door and banged on it. “It’s me, open up.”
As he waited, he reached down and picked up one of his guns. He saw Domingo started to stand, and shot him in the leg, causing him to shout out in pain and fall back to the floor.
The door opened and Scott rushed in. “What is it?” he asked.
“This device under here,” Terri showed him. “Is something these guys planted here. It’s auto-piloting us someplace.”
“Well just turn it off.”
“But we don’t know how to fly this plane!” Terri yelled.
“It can’t be that hard, like look right there, there’s a manual. We can just look off that.”
“No use.” They both turned to see Domingo on the floor. “No use turning it off. If detached or turned off, it’ll exploded, blowing up the plane.”
“Well scratch that idea.” Scott said.
“So now what do we do?” Terri asked. They looked out the window and saw that it was nighttime now and saw the glow from city lights ahead. “Oh crap.” She whispered.
“There has to be enough parachutes for everyone.” Scott said. They’re under the people’s seats. Just get everyone to go to their seats and get the parachutes and bring them to the hatch, I’ll be along shortly.”
“Ok.” Terry turned and ran, running over Domingo’s body. She got to the small room and opened the door.
“Everyone, listen up!” She said. “Go to your seat you were sitting in before and take out the parachute that’s under it, and go to the hatch, just around the corner.”
As everyone was leaving, Michele walked up to Terry. “Where’s daddy?”
“He’s coming too. I’ll take care of you until he comes, come on.” She took Michele’s hand and led her to her seat.

Inside the cockpit, Scott was turning on the radio, switch channels, soon he got the one he was looking for-the one for the control tower.
“Control, this is Scott Long, Repeat, Scott Long, We have control of the plane, but there’s a new auto-pilot installed bringing us towards the city. We can’t turn it off, otherwise a bomb well go off, blowing us up.”
“Scott?” it was Rick’s voice. “Scott, this is Rick, listen to me, get everyone off. We’ll send in some fighter planes to blow it up.”
“Not enough time!” Scott said. This thing has to be destroyed really soon!”
“We’re sending them out, anyway!” Rick said.

Terri led Michele to the hatch with the other passengers, everyone with parachutes on their back.
She opened the hatch and the air whooshed in. “Start jumping. You’ve all read the booklet on how to work these, right?” Terri yelled over the wind.
They all nodded. “Good! Now go!” the passengers started jumping out one at a time.
Terri bent down to Michele. “I’ll be right back, ok? Stay here, I’m going to go get your daddy.”
“Ok.”
Terry turned and ran back through the aisle, going to the cockpit. As she got closer, she heard Scott’s voice, “Listen Rick, there’s not enough time! The city is just up ahead and if we blow the plane over the city, debris well rain down. We have to blow it in the next few minutes!”
“But that means that someone well have to stay behind!” Rick said.
“I know.” Scott said back, all hope lost in his voice. “And it’s going to be me.”
“What?” Rick and Terri both shouted at the same time. “You can’t do that!” Terri said as she walked in the room.
“What about Jo and Michele?” Rick asked.
“Jo’s dead. She was killed by the terrorists. I’m letting a passenger, Terri Morris take Michele down and I want you to look after her.”
“You can’t stay!” Terri shouted.
“Terri, go!” Scott shouted back. “Get my daughter off. I’m going to have to blow this in less then 2 minutes, whether your on it or not, so go!”
Terri turned and ran down the aisle, tears coming to her eyes.
“Scott, you can’t do it!” Rick pleaded. “Please!”
“I’ve got no choice.”

Terri ran to the hatch and picked Michele up.
“What about daddy?” she asked.
“He…He can’t come.”
“Why?”
“I’ll tell you when we land.” Terri said. “Now hold on tight.” Just then, the force of the wind blew Michele out of Teri’s arms and back down the aisle.
“Michele!” Terry yelled as she turned and ran back for her.
“Terri, you have to leave now!” She heard Scott’s voice. “I’m going to have to blow the thing in less then a minute!”
Terri grabbed Michele and ran faster then she ever did before to the hatch, and just as she was about to jump, the plane went to it’s side, sending her and Michele unto the side of the plane, away from the exit.
“Gone yet?” She heard Scott’s voice call out.
“No!”
“Then get you’re ass out of here, you have 15 seconds!”
Terri mustered all the strength she had and jumped off the side of a seat and out the open hatch, falling through the air, out of the plane, opening her and Michele’s parachutes, floating to the ground below.

In the plane, Scott sat in the pilot’s seat, looking at how close the city was. It was now or never.
“Good-bye.” He whispered as he reached down, put his finger over the switch of the new auto-pilot, closed his eyes, and turned it off.

Outside, Terri watched, waiting for the explosion to come, as her and Michele floated through the sky to the ground below, but no explosion ever came.

Inside the plane, Scott opened his eyes as the plane dipped downward. His eyes went wide as he grabbed the steering wheel and pulled back, lifting the plane into the air again.
Behind him, he heard Domingo laughing. “Fooled you!”
The radio came alive. “Scott? Scott?”
“Yeah Rick, I’m here. It was a fake. No bomb attached.” On the other end, he heard cheering. “But I am flying over a city and I have no idea how to fly this thing, a little help would be nice.”
Soon, a tech came on and talked Scott through everything.

About an hour later, all the passengers were rounded up, and the plane was at the airport.
Scott walked down from the plane, into the night, smiling as he saw Rick, Michele, and Terri run up and hug him.
“There’s one of the terrorists still alive on board.” Scott said to Rick. “Maybe he can help you fin their boss.”
Rick turned to the police that were around. “You heard him!” the Police rushed on board.
“That was one hell of a vacation.” Terri smiled as they all walked back towards the airport. “And those moves you were doing, those were cool.”
“You weren’t too bad yourself.” Scott complimented her. “Maybe we can work together again some day.”
“Maybe. But let’s not let it be something like this, though.” They all laughed as they headed inside the airport.

THE END