Consigliere's Aviatrice

Sette| Consigliere

THIRD PERSON

Sachal opened the curtain of the Premium Economy Class and raised both of her arms in the air, shooting two men with a silencer. Nadaplisan ang isa sa tenga, at ang isa naman ay natamaan sa noo. Nagsigawan ang mga pasahero dahil sa nakita. The elderlies almost had a panic attack  seeing a dead man on the floor. Ang mga bata naman ay pumalahaw ng iyak. She was sorry they had to see that, but she had no choice. 

"Vaffanculo!" He cursed. He was about to snatch a pregnant woman and take her hostage, but Sachal was quick enough to shoot his left hand. Napasigaw ito nang malakas. 

[Translation: Go to hell!]

Nahihirapan man dahil may nakabaong bala sa pagitan ng palad niya ay sinubukan niya pa rin itutok ang baril niya sa dalaga. Sachal walked the distance between them. Hinablot niya ang hawak nitong baril at sinampal ito sa mukha niya. Dahil sa lakas ng impact ay tumirik pa ang mata nito bago bumagsak sa sahig. 

She pressed the earpiece. "Nat, is the plane on autopilot?" Tumango ang binata. 

"Yes." That's good. She needs a little help with something. "What's our position?" Natlan scanned his eyes on the flight instruments. 

"We're in Kazakhstan airspace, cruising at 32,000 ft with a speed of 320 knots." Sagot nito. Sachal looked around, only to see the terrified look on her passenger's face. It must've been traumatic for them. 

"I need you to retrieve the guns scattered on the floor." Inutusan niya ring i-lock sa lavatory ang walang malay na lalaking sinubukan siyang patayin kanina sa cockpit. 

Ngayon ay isa na lang ang problema niya, ang Economy Class na may lalaking suot-suot na bomb vest. Sachal made sure to assure everyone in the Premium Economy Class that everything will be alright. It was easy to tone them down because there are only fifty passengers. Now her only problem would be the Economy Class with 240 passenger seats. Kahit isa lang ang kakalabanin niya roon ay may hawak pa rin itong bomba. One wrong move and they will all explode in the air. 

Sa kabilang banda ay walang tigil sa pagmumurahan ang dalawang piloto ng SU-57 nang mawala na naman sa radar nila ang F-35. "Did you see that son of a bitch?" Umiling ang kasama nito. 

"He's not on the radar. Maybe he chickened out?" Kumpyansang sambit nito. Sa isipan niya ay siguro naduwag na iyon sa kadahilanang mag-isa lang ito laban sa kanila. 

Maya maya ay nagulat ang dalawa nang may umibabaw sa kanila mula sa ilalim. When they look up, they saw the F-35 flying invertedly. "Greetings, fuckers!" Dahil nakabaliktad ang posisyon ng fighter jet sa kanilang ibabaw ay kitang-kita nila ang pagtaas ng gitnang bahagi ng daliri nito. 

"Looks like you only have four missiles left?" Pang-aasar pa nito bago lumipad palayo sa kanilang dalawa. 

Both of them gritted their teeth. Did he just fly below them to check their ammo? How could he maintain such speed without any of them noticing him? 

"Son of a bitch!" Gigil nitong mura bago sundan ang F-35. 

Distaunce laughed in his head. It's been a while since he had this kind of fun. It brings back the old days when his flight instructors could not take him down in a dogfight. "Leaving your wingman?" Nakataas kilay na sambit ni Distaunce nang mapansin niyang mag-isang pasugod sa gawi niya ang SU-57. 

He maneuvered his aircraft and dashed at a speed of 700 knots. Hinanap niya sa radar ang isa pang SU-57. Nang mahanap niya ito ay napalingon siya sa humahabol sa kanya. He maintained heading and altitude. When he heard a sound from his system, it was a signal that he had been targeted and locked by the enemy aircraft.