On deck five of the leveling out Air Force One as it descended down from 4,000 ft the secret service agent holding off the enemy forces, was finally taken out.
Three of the hijackers ran up to the door to the pod ejection bay in the middle of the star jet, trying to open the locked door.
They'd got there just in time to see the pod ejected. One screamed, banding on the reinforced glass window as the pod left the star jet, holding the Nation's First Lady and President.
"Ramstein Tower this is Air Force One. The emergency pod has been deployed. I repeat, the emergency pod has been deployed." The co-pilot said with relief.
The First Son smiled, knowing his parents and Alex were safe.
"Got it. We are picking up the homing beacon and deploying search and rescue Q-birds." As the controller talked the UNSC and Qantas emergency vehicles almost at fully alert positions along the runway Air Force was descending down to.
On the other side of the Nation on the main continent, Marine One was making it's way to the landing pad on the yard of the White House. It landed and a young but old looking lady in a white and black suit
"Give me an update." She said, getting out the shuttle copter and walking to the entrance with a secret service agent.
"Ma'am VIP. This way, we'll avoid the press." The agent leads the way.
"Is the President secure?" She asked over the loud helicopter noise. "Not yet the recovery team should have Him very soon."
At that time, 3,000 feet in the air, several UNSC fighter jets in pairs of two came flying up to the star jet. They flew over the right wing, going up then around Air Force One then doing a very sharp right turn around, flying on the sides of it with the two UNSC frigates. one flying over and one under.
"Air Force One you're now under escort. all airspace has been cleared." The captain looked out the window at the fighters. "All alert forces have been mobilized." The Captain nodded out the window.
He then tapped on the display screen's panel and a square, the secret hatch opened.
"First Son. This will lead you down to a secret compartment at the bottom of the Star jet's, nose, only knows to the flight crew." Garik nodded, totally understand he quickly unbuckled and got inside halfway, grabbing onto the latter.
"Good luck guys." He said before going down.
They closed it after his head went through.
"How could this happen, how in the QUADRANT, could they have gotten Air Force One." The VIP said, shaking her head as she entered the large circular war world with other officials inside. "Gentleman." She greeted.
"Ramstein Tower, we are at nine points five miles north we're at the final coming in, red and hot." The co-pilot said on the Comms, Lowering the landing gear.
"Copy Air Force One, the wind is zero niner at 1 2, you are cleared to land." The tower responded.
Air Force One was downpouring towards the landing runway. Clearing through the clouds, The captain could see the lights of the lights of the runway he was lined up to as the UNSC fighter jets stayed close with the flaring down star jet while the frigates turning out to clear them.
"HEY! WHERE LANDING!" One of the hijackers said, running towards the steps leading up to deck 1.
"MOVE, GET OUT OF MY WAY!" He yelled, firing his weapon over the command center attendants. He ran to the flight deck door and tried opening it. After realizing it was security locked he started slapping his hand on the cockpit door. "Open the Door!" He rushed out yelling. "OPEN THE DOOR!"

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