Joan is sitting in the pilot's seat. She has the plane set on auto pilot. She is leaning back in the chair reading a magazine. She then rubs her eyes and unbuckles her seatbelt. Then she takes off the headset and places it on her seat after she gets up. It is now early in the morning. Joan landed at Kansas City at around 8:03:24 pm last night. She hasn't been out of the cockpit in over twelve hours. She is exhausted and ready to get some sleep. She then exits the cockpit and heads to Mikayla's room to let her know that she needs sleep and Mikayla needs to take over the cockpit for the remainder of the flight.
"Ahh, I think it's time I get some sleep," Joan said to herself.
She's walking to Mikayla's room when out the window she she's an object flying aside from the plane. She then leans over and sees a fighter jet outside the window. She then rushes up to the cockpit. Once she get's to the cockpit, she puts on her headset and radios everyone on the plane.
"Mikayla, I need you in the cockpit immediately, it's an emergency," Joan said over the loudspeaker.
Mikayla who is half asleep in her room, pulls the covers off of her and hurries to the cockpit.
"What's wrong? Did engine two go out yet?"
Joan looks back at Mikayla who has her hands on both of the seats. Mikayla is out of breathe.
"No when you were all asleep, I landed in Milwaukee and they got us taken care of. So now the engine is repaired, I hope and our fuel tanks have been replenished. Don't worry, I used my money to pay for the fuel. I believe it cost-,"
"I don't care about that anymore, I want to know what the emergency is. So what is it?"
"There's a fighter jet outside my left window flying the same level we are,"
Mikayla goes back into the passenger area and looks out a window, and sees the fighter jet. The fighter jet has an American flag on it. She walks up to the window and looks down at the ground, but there isn't any ground. All there is, is water.
"Um Joan, where are we? Are we over the Pacific already?" Mikayla asks.
"Yeah, we departed Milwaukee within thirty minutes of landing. We've been flying ever since,"
"Dang. What's our current speed?"
Joan checks the speed reading and then responds to Mikayla.
"We're currently traveling at 459 knots Mikayla. We should be to Honolulu in about four hours or so. Maybe three and half hours. All depends on the engine's reliability," Joan yelled from the cockpit.
Mikayla continues to examine the fighter jet. Squinting her eyes because the sun in shining in her face. She then puts her hand over her eyes to try and get a better view of the pilot.
"And what's the throttle percentage at Joan?" Mikayla shouted back.
"The throttle percentage is at seventy-eight percent. Should I increase speed? That would be pushing the engines limits," Joan stated.
"Do you really think I give a crap? As soon as we get there, the plane will be parked for a few days anyways. So Honolulu International will have plenty of time to further repair the damages to engine two,"
"Now give the plane her all and raise the throttle to one hundred percent. That'll make us go about 589 knots or so," Mikayla stated.
Then when she looks back out the window, the fighter pilot is pressing a button.
"Oh.....my...god.. EVERYONE! TAKE COVER!" Mikayla shouts to everyone.
Then the fighter jet next to the plane explodes in mid air, ripping a hole in the fuselage.
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Gone
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