Part 8

By Nichole

"Alright!  Now sit down!" the man barked at the guys.  They all frantically took a seat not wanted to upset this guy even further than he already was.         

"What's going on in here?" said the pilot, who had not yet gotten off the plane.     

"Perfect," the man said.  "Now I don't need to fly the plane."  The guys all looked at each other in relief that this guy didn't have to take the wheel.  They had no idea if he had a clue as of what he was doing.  "Fly us to some remote island.  I don't care where.  But just do it."

"I'm not doing anything," the pilot came back at the man.       

"Hey, uh, I wouldn't talk to him like that; he's got a gun" AJ informed the pilot.        

No sooner did AJ finish talking did the man turn around and shoot a bullet right above his head.  "Next time I won't miss," he said.       

AJ started shaking from shock.  Howie and Nick tried to comfort him as the man and the pilot argued some more.  

"Even if we were to take off, they have radar and everything else that will find us.  So I'm not flying and that's it," the pilot argued.

"Fine.  Be that way."  The man fired another shot, but this time hit his target.  The pilot was dead before he hit the ground.  

He turned around and pointed the gun at Brian.  "You.  Get up and fly this plane."

Brian felt the color drain from his face.  "Sir, I-I really don't t-think that I would b-be good to fly this plane," he stammered.

"And why not?"

"Well, you see, I-I really don't feel that well and-"

"I don't care," the man interrupted.  "Get up there and fly it."

Brian looked over at the other guys and felt his headache go from bad to worse as he walked to the cockpit.

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