Liam Neeson Airport Heist

Liam Neeson Airport Heist, part 2

Suddenly, Michael B Jordan jumped out his bar stool, and climbed up on top of the bar. He pulled out what appeared to be a Nintendo Switch from his small book bag, and began to laugh. 

Michael B Jordan: "Hah Hah hahh. Y'all really think i'm playing games, huh!?"

No one knew what to say, they were frozen in shock, awaiting what this master of the crowd would say next. 

Michael B Jordan: "Look at you, Liam. I bet you know what i'm going to do next."

Liam Neeson: "That's enough Michael, I'll do what you want. This isn't necessary!"

Michael B Jordan: "That's right. It isn't necessary. This is fun." At that moment, he seemed to take the Nintendo Switch brand-name Computer Entertainment system, and instead of removing its innovative game pads, he twisted and jerked the machine, and it suddenly transformed into two mini assault pistols, with a smart interface. 

Cops were everywhere, yelling "FREEZE! DON'T MAKE A MOVE!" 

But rather than continue the threatening display, Michael B Jordan lifted his arms in the air, dropping the high tech devices to the bar, where they reassembled into a Nintendo switch once more, and surrendered. Liam Neeson studied the device, making notes of it, only a few manufacturers were making cutting edge tech like this. It was either stolen...or gifted to him. Five or six men jumped him, wrestling Michael to the ground and arresting him.

As they lifted him up, he didn't lose an ounce of confidence, "You know where they taking me, Liam. Call my momma for me, let her know where she can pick us up tonight."

Momma was code for Prince Vacca Naheer, and Liam Neeson flashed to the last job he did for him, as Michael B. Jordan disappeared into the crowd and the Hans Zimmer soundtrack became more swollen than the superstar's biceps. Liam Neeson was lost in a memory, his photographic memory often occuring against his will, forcing him into a Post Traumatic Stress induced Panic Attack. As Liam Neeson's eyes rolled into the back of his head, he tried to brace himself, but misjudged the distance and fell hard to the floor, smashing bottles of Vodka on the way down. 

For a moment, he thought he saw his wife, hovering over the Bar to reach him, smiling like an angel. "My beautiful wife.." he mumbled. As she drew closer, he could see it was actually Julianne Moore, calling out for help, before Liam passed out entirely. 

He was on a distant island, somewhere in the sea between Russia and Korea. The waters were black and choppy, and a nondescript cargo plane was emerging from white clouds. It was grey, military, and the only cargo aboard the plane was Liam Neeson. He had a mask over his head, preventing him from seeing where he was taking him. It didn't make a difference to Liam, who could remember the slight pressure changes in elevation in his ears, to determine the exact height of the plane. This would determine the distance they were traveling, as higher elevations were more efficient to travel at higher altitudes. The mechanical instruments all hum at different intervals, with even the slightest radio disturbance giving away to a change in the airplane's tones. All together, the symphony of senses would paint a trail of bread crumbs, from which Liam could position himself accurately anywhere on the planet, if he was conscious and aware throughout the trip. If they knew better, they'd transport him in a sensory deprivation chamber, while under heavy sedation. It was such that even in Dreams, he would make a careful approximation of the status of his previous day, and evaluate any potential threats he missed while awake. When he arrived, all they accomplished was giving away that their employer was quite insecure of his own security. Men like that were often the most obsessed with controlling their life, becoming obscenely rich, obsessed with controlling others. But they had very specific needs, of which Liam Neeson was trained to provide solutions for.