can a good girl be a hero

landing

I stood up and walked over to her. She kept her eyes on a black screen with the missile operator. It was also divided into boxes by green lines. There was small blue dots moving across the screen.

"The enemy planes are close," She said to herself.

I assumed that they were the blue dots. She reached forward and pulled the door of the plane open. I quickly went to stand back, but she caught my wrist and kept me in place. I frantically looked back at the screen and saw something out of place. A bright red dot was moving across the screen by passing all the other red dots. It was moving much quicker.

"That's our plane. Now don't scream. Good luck soldiers. For the night, for the crown, for the people ," Red said.  

I did not have time to ask questions, as she wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my mouth. We were standing at the edge of the door, when I felt the sinking feeling of falling backwards. I was swallowed up in black and as I looked up at our plane, I saw it shoot from vision. I had always wanted to do something like this, but I always thought I would at least have a parachute. My blood turned to ice in my veins and I actually felt my soul leave my body. Only outside the plane, could I hear the zoom of the plane and saw the other planes, that flew like a bullet over head.

There was a heavy puff in the air above us and it was followed by a whistle. Second later there was an ear piercing explosion and the sky light up orange. It had begun. I did not know who's plane it was, but I preyed it was not one of ours.

The air screeched past my ears and it felt as though we had been falling forever. From nowhere we were engulfed in a sort yellow light and had come into impact with something huge and soft. Like a big gym mat that you saw used at the Olympics. Above me I could see the opening, like a window, in d roof.

"That's why we have a strict traffic system for our planes," Red told me.

She let go of me and pulled herself off the mat. I lay there, gasping for air. It had all happened so quick it still had not completely registered with me. She strolled over to a button on the wall of the plane and pressed. There was a buzzing sound, as a door creeped out and sealed the window shut. She walked back over to me and held out her hand for me.

"The worst part is over. It's plain sailing from here to Italy. Could get her a shock packet," She ordered.

The name itself frightened me and I sat up. I was expecting some medical equipment to be wheeled out, but instead, someone handed Red a place white packet with a red cross on it. It resembled a sugar packet you would see at a café. Red tore the top off and handed it to me.

I took it, but was unsure of what to do.

"Sallow it. It's a special kind of sugar we keep for people who are in shock. It'll help you calm down," She said as she sat on the edge of the mat with me.

I swallowed and sure enough, I felt myself start to calm. Once my nerves had settled, I saw that there was only one other person on the plane and they were sitting opposite us after handing Red the shock packet.

"Who's flying the plane?" I asked.

"Its on auto pilot," The other woman told me. She was a bit older looking than Red and taller.

"Is that safe?" I asked.

Both her and Red gave a small laugh.

"Don't worry. This isn't a war plane. It was stationed in London, so we sent out an emergency signal and it flew over. We could have waited for it to fly over and collect us, but we didn't have time. The quicker we act the better. Oh and Only the plane we jumped out of even knows it was there. We're much lower down than the battle. We have to fight much higher than human planes do go, so they can't pick up on it. Only our last plane, this pilot and the few people at the station know that we're on the move. That's why we're wearing black and didn't use a parachute. We move in secret. No one saw us falling," She reassured me.

"You really have this thought out, don't you" I said in disbelief.

"It' what I do best,"

"Your highness," The woman said.

"Yes private?"

"We'll be landing in just over an hour, but I will have to make a sharp turn to out us in the right direction," She informed us as she made her way back to her seat, strapping herself in and taking control once again.

"That's code for hang on to something," Red told me, as she too stood up. She sat in a seat against the wall and strapped herself in. I followed her and did the same.

The pilot called back to us.

"Turning in 3, 2, 1," She announced.

The plane gave a sharp turn and I was thrown about in my seat. I gripped the side the best I could to steady myself. After a few seconds, it stopped and the plane was calm once again. Oddly enough, I was not as startled by such speed as I had been before we even got to the station earlier. I just had to keep reminding myself, that this was all for Grace.

"So. accommodation?" I asked

"We'll be staying in a hotel in the city centre. We'll check in as soon as we arrive and get some rest. Then I'll go collect our bags and we'll begin our hunt," she explained.

I was actually glad to hear of a rest, as I was ready to collapse.

"So what's our first move?"

"We have to find the reapers assistant. Marco de Buchi,"

"How do we do that?"

"We have to kill a murderer. He is in charge of sending people to hell, so we kill a murderer, he shows up and we take him. The reaper is smart, but not smart enough. She's hidden her lover from the rest of the world. We won't break her until we have him and only other person who knows his where abouts or identity is Marco. We'll force it out of him," she told me.

I knew she meant torture, but I didn't want to say it out loud. I doubt she'd make me do anything like that. When the time comes, I imagine she'll do that part.

Time carried on and before we knew it, the pilot announced our desecration into Italy.