Partners In Crime

27 Dogfight

The kids briskly buckled up, absolutely positively spooked, especially Kaylee, who fastened her seatbelt substantially, put on noise-cancelling headphones, and a blanket and put her feet up, her seat being a recliner.
She looked like she was a passenger on a plane, descending from a twenty-seven-hour trip.
"You look comfortable!" Joesph said sarcastically. "How can you relax at a time like this?"
"You got your comfort compensation, I have mine. It's time like this when I wish we had some weaponry upgrades on Janus."

The aircraft opened fire.
The pilot grimaced.
"Hold on tight!" he instructed.  Without warning, he sent the jet downwards. The missile followed.
It was like being inside a tumble dryer.  The kids sank into their seats, screaming, while the pilot, Abel, mentally rolled the dice.

The jet soared up at the last minute, did that the rocket splashed into the river. The explosion messed up the aircraft's trajectory, leading it to suffer the same fate as the missile, descending to its watery grave.

Everyone whimpered.

"Phew! That was close!" Derick said, relieved."
"Thank goodness it's over." Erin panted.
A fleet of aircraft fired all at once.
"You gotta stop calling it when it's too early." Derick scolded.

This time the aircraft had struck out. penetrating the jet with barbaric ease, exploding to smithereens.
"Janus, no!" Chelsea sobbed. Just like that thousands of pounds were gone. Her friend's dad is going to be ticked.
Everyone cried over the howling of the wind cutting in the plane.
"We're going down!" Noah exclaimed. 

He was right.

Janus was spiralling down to the ground, a puff of fire trailing up into the sky from the back. They were like they were some meteor entering the earth's orbit.

The fact that Maurice is willing to kill kids over one item is downright sadistic.
Speaking of, said item flew off Derick's possession during the plunge.
"No!" the boy reached for it through gritted teeth.
No use. It was as good as gone, airborne for the aircraft goons to track and collect.
Then the lights gave out.

Something about going to crash in the pitch-black adds an extra sense of terror. If anyone had acrophobia, it would've been worse.

"Ash, surely you have any safeguarding procedure?" Chelsea shouted.
"And get rid of the perps? You have changed!"
"The only things we have are parachutes our dad got for the family!"

"Let's use those!"
Derick courageously leapt up and got the bags. There were ten of them. One flew away.

Without being told, the kids geared up at once.
"On a count of three, we jump!" Derick told everyone. He couldn't hear his voice on the count of the high screeching sound of the outside, pricing through the jet relentlessly like a knife.

Nobody seemed to be against this idea. It was either this or die horrifically on the plane. Although this seemed like a death sentence with extra steps. But regardless, it's not like they had any options.

"One...two...." no sooner before Derick was about to say "three," Abel lept off the jet, plunging towards the densely lit ground below. This was a man who seemed to have experienced this before.
That's evident in how he causally activated his chute like he was some skydiver.

But that didn't make him omniscient.
If he was, he would have had the foresight to know that jumping without thinking would lead him to collide with something. That something was an aircraft. It nosedived immediately.

That sent everyone into a frenzy, leading it to be a free-for-all. Despite going at the same time with no hesitation, their venture to this was entirely different.