3 hours into the flight to Qinhuangdo. Dr Murk hadn't moved the whole flight. He sat up straight with his eyes staring forward and his seat in the upright position. He refused hot towels, 2 drink services, lunch service, champagne, a bowl of nuts, and another hot towel. He would not take advantage of business class at all. He would not let this Dave Miller bribe him by buying him business class.
Dave couldn't be different. Finally he spoked. "I wanted us to talk in private. No weapons. I'm not trying to win you over with business class. Without it, we'd have to sit next to someone." Dr Murk reclined forward a bit, and touched his entertainment system. Turns out he was doing something: Listening to music. He paused it, and reclined forward a tiny bit. "Why did you do this? This flight?" asked Dr Murk. "Because we need to talk. Past the security of an airport, weapons free. In the smallest city in China, separated immensly from the CIA and the outside world."
"So you have no weapons?" asked Dr Murk. Dave smiled and shook his head. "Ok... THIS MAN IS DAVID MILLER. HE IS DANGEROUS. HE ROBBED 30 DOLLARS AND IS WANTED BY THE CIA!!!" Everyone on board, including the crew, was Chinese, and no one knew a word of english other than yes please and no thank you. Everyone stared at him like he was an idiot. "See?" said Dave. "And what are you talking about $30 million?"
"You know what you did. All evidence suggests that you stole $30 million from the CIA." Dave took a deep breath. "Alright I kind of lied. I know what you're talking about. But I promise you, it wasn't me. We'll talk more about that later. What's going on with American PSDB?" Dr Murk could avoid answering, but why? "The government fired them. They threatened to leak information. You lost your job, so you took $30 million and now you want to finish their leaking job.
"Mr... Dr Murk, I'm not interes..." he stopped halfway through his sentance. In the corner of his eye, he saw a fighter jet out of the window. He looked on his side. Same thing. Dr Murk smiled. "You can't lie to me for that long before problems stopped happening." Dr Murk saw, but he could not hear. On the radio, Darren Kwatrovski managed to interfere with the radio. "...lane the plane immediately. Police are waiting," he heard. "This is the CIA, I order Delta Squadron to return to the air base in New York immediately." It was worth a try. "CIA, please identify."
"Darren Kwatrovski." The fighter pilot checked in with the air force, which check in with the CIA, who then reported back to the pilots. "Mr Kwatrovski, Lt Kong has more authority than you. Your command is declined." Darren was loosing his chance. "The order was given by Director Dr Clancy Murk." The chain happened again, and Lt Kong told the Squad that they needed to hear of Dr Murk himself. "Shoot it down!" he said. He knew Dave Miller was on the flight. But no-one knew where Dr Murk was. These pilots were making a mistake. The plane was shot once by an air-to-air missile,
The plane had a rapid depressurization. Dr Murk and Miller put on the oxygen masks that fell. It all happened suddenly. Dr Murk grabbed the knife from Miller's dinner plate, and stabbed the oxygen bag. The oxygen left. Miller tried to grab the oxygen mask from Murk, but with one punch, followed by Hypoxia, Miller lost conciousness in a matter of seconds.
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ActionDave Miller is an American working for American PSDB, a company that protects private files and keeps them secure in their database. All though after the government decided to keep everything in-house before the contract with American PSDB, American...
