
Lost 12 A.m.
Dean jolted back to life do to the high pitch sound coming from the Tricell planes engine. He had fallen asleep with auto-pilot on and was finally realizing that maybe it wasn't the best idea after all. The engine began to puff out black smoke which was making a huge blind spot now on the planes windows. "This is Tricell Plane 007 going down, I repeat 007 is going down." Dean shouted into the Cb radio which looked older than he was. He quickly took auto-pilot off and began to try and land the smoky plane. As the ground got larger the ride seemed to become a lot bumpier. "God, I hope this end well." Dean glanced back at the Cb radio which was lying on the floor in pieces. "Damn, that didn't last to long. Wonder how long it's been broken?" As Dean finished his sentence the plane came to an abrupt halt, sending him flying around the cockpit.