Crantel Airport, lobby
Somewhere among the crowd mostly silenced with fear, eyes glued on the screen, watching the plane being televised, a woman in a wheelchair with two big men all dressed in black surrounding her was busy working on something else.
“Remember, if this fails I’ll kill you and your girlfriend.” The biggest one of the two men in black pointed a sharp knife at the back of her neck, sliding it down making her skin feel the cold steel.
“She’s…not my girlfriend, and don’t underestimate me. I’m lead developer of Project S.I.R.E.N,” she said not looking up from her laptop continuously typing in lightning speed. She pushed her glasses up. It keeps on sliding down every minute, a habit when she’s under stress.
“Whatever lady, just get it over with.” The shorter stout man replied, while spreading mustard on his footlong burger.
“Look it’s near that building now, just a few seconds left. Our mission will be over soon.” He closed his eyes, gestured the sign of the cross with his free hand and murmured a prayer, “…let our brothers find their way back home.”
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Inside the plane, Flight AK147
“You may put your hands back down now,” A man with a sun mask spread his arms wide and continued talking, “Today is a glorious day my friends.”
“What the hell is that creep talking about,” BB murmured to herself, she looked at her left and saw the guy shaking and muttering, “I don’t wanna die,” over and over again.
“We are so blessed, blessed to be chosen as sacrifices for the good of this world. Soon this plane will crash towards that building. The very symbol of man’s will against god! And if we don’t make peace with god, the world will end!” He signalled to a person beside him. The other person also wears a sun mask and was holding a gun, he stepped back and walked to the cockpit. “Today, we are the chosen people to fulfil a prophecy, and we can finally come home to our father.”
Then everyone with the sun masks made the sign of the cross and said, “Let our brothers find their way back home.”
“They are…freaking nuts…hm, one, two, three…” BB looked around and counted the men who wore sun masks.
“These guns, my brothers are holding,” he pointed his open palm to one near him, “You don’t need to fear them, we,” he took one and hold it with both hands, “…actually WE hated using such weapons. But to keep things under control, for peace, shall we say, we need to use them. All we ask is for your full cooperation. And we can all go home together without pain.”
‘…five? Six if I include the guy who went in. This won’t be hard, the problem are those guns,’ BB thought to herself. “Hey,” she whispered to her seatmate, “They are so few of them don’t you think?”
“F-few men with guns that could kill us,”
“I bet if--”
“Don’t! I know what you’re trying to say little girl--”
“LITTLE GIRL! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THAT!” she pulled him by his collar, stood up and pulled him high enough that his feet were off the ground. Even if she’s a girl now, her super strength is still the same…and still, stupidly, easily agitated. ‘…so much for planning…’ she thought, now that all the hijackers present pointed their guns at her.
“Miss, I was just saying how cooperation is very important. Put him down now, before someone gets hurt.”
BB could hear surprised gasps and comments about her strength. She doesn’t want to involve civilians but… “Look, everyone, we heavily outnumber them. They are just five men with guns! Stand up, and fight with me!” …there’s strength in numbers.
Then, the man who went in the cockpit came out as soon as BB finished talking, “Don! We have a problem! The plane shifted, we missed the building.”
“That’s impossible! She has full control of the plane! What--” his speech was cut off when BB threw the guy she was holding towards the hijacker. Then she heard a scuffle and managed to disarm one of the hijackers, the masked man was lying on the floor, unconscious. One of them tries to shoot the passenger but BB somehow managed to get to him first and he missed killing off the courageous passenger. More passengers stood up, while others panicked and started shouting and hiding. Their leader got up and started shooting his rifle aimlessly to the people who decided to fight back.
One of them aimed at BB’s head from her back, “Don’t move or I’ll blow your brains out,” but the plane dropped suddenly that they all loss their balance. BB somehow managed to fell back towards him, when the plane righted itself, she found herself on top of the guy. She snatched the gun away from him and hit his head with it.
“hah…now where’re the others,” she looked back, looks like the passengers were taking care of the leader beating him to a bloody pulp. She saw a kid in the corner clutching his side, he was bleeding.
“Kid, hang on there!” She removed her jacket, scrunched it up and pushed it over his wound, “you’ll be alright, don’t you worry!”
“I’m scared,” he cried.
“I’ll help you with that miss,” a stewardess went to her side, “I saw them run back to the cockpit.”
“Are pilots still alive, what about the other stewardess?”
“They are all inside, I-I was serving food, I don’t know what happened”
“I’ll do something about it.”
“Why are you risking your life, you’re just-”
“It’s my job ma’am, and stop calling me miss.”
The stewardess applied first aid to the boy, and BB got up and went to the tied up leader. She pulled him by the collar. “You’re coming with me.”
They walked towards the cockpit’s closed door with BB dragging him around, she knocked on the door and shouted, “We got your two morons out here! Why don’t we talk about this stupidity you guys did, huh! What do you guys say?”
Through broken teeth, and puffy lips, the hijacker’s leader spoke up, “it’s worthless, we came here to die. They are probably, all dead.”
BB quickly kicked the door open and found them lying around. The pilots, the stewardess, and the hijackers who ran away were all dead. And on the dashboard a bomb was fixed and ticking. She heard a loud scream, a passenger followed her.
“Don’t come in here!” She immediately went back and told someone to prevent people from coming over. “They don’t need to see this…This is horrible.” She told herself. Maybe it’s her being a girl now that she feels she wants to cry seeing the dead bodies in front of her, but she bottled it up, mustered her energy and got tried to work the radio up. She tried to contact someone, anyone to tell her what to do about this. The bomb in front of her looks menacing, she’s on her wits end.
“Hello! This is flight AK147, we have men down, and a kid needs medical attention immediately. Plus there's a bomb! I repeat-”
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The plane avoided the building, and they hear shouts of joy from the people around.
‘Oh no…’ she stopped typing. The plane she was recently controlling to crash the building was now out of her hands.
“I-I lost control.” She tried typing commands in but the program’s rejecting her. Something’s stopping her from gaining control of the plane again.
“What!” the man spit a bite of his burger.
“What did you say?” the man pulled her hair back, making her lookup.
“Somebody--something has taken control of the plane, someone cut me off.” She pleaded, “don’t kill her, please. Just kill me instead.” she can feel the sharp knife poking the back of her neck, tears swelled out.
“What do we do now Toro? Should we kill her?” the stout man said.
“Hm, somebody, what makes you say that?” He pulled her hair tighter.
“I-I can still access it, but every time I try to do something it throws me off course. It’s not my program, I know it!”
“Then fix it.” He said then licked his fingers.
“I have to remove manually whatever’s preventing my program from doing its work.”
“Very well then.” The big man finally let her hair go.
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