As i walk down the aeroplane, I feel the eyes of some hideously big men. I walk to the front of the plane and enter the small toilet cubicle.
I pull out a small template and set it down on the palm of my hand.
A small lady figure, no bigger than my thumb, popped out of the screen.
"Jacob, you must evacuate this plane immediately! There are 8 assassins on that plane watching your every move, waiting for an opportunity to kill you. And if i could have a guess, one would be standing outside that door right now." Said the small lady.
I plant my ear on the door, and without hesitation, heard the heavy breathing of a butch man.
"Dilora, how can i escape. We are at the top of the sky above Paris, and i'm stuck in a toilet!"
"I can not tell you how to do your job, I just give you a hand with basic information and missions." Replied Dilora.
After that, she signed off and she disapeared from the template.
I begin to look around and scratch my head, thinking of how to escape this plane.
I rip off my jumper, to reveal my parachute pack that was designed to be hidden.
I look down and see a large panel, screwed into the floor. I kneel down and search my pockets for a tool or something i could use.
I lay out everything that headquarters had given me.
The template, a small knife, a gps that had live feeds of buildings, a watch with a small needle with poison to sneakily kill enemies and assassins, and a mobile phone.
I pick up the knife and position the point in the screw.
I put force on to the knife and begin turning the screw.
It takes only a few seconds to take off each screw.
I pick everything up and place everything back in my pockets, then slowly lift the plastic floor panel, revealing the baggage area under the plane.
I hop down and then position the panel back in place.
It's pitch black as i try and walk along, but i can't take four steps without tumbling over.
The plane is slowly descending and i hear its' wheels begin to lower. I walk over to one source of the hydrolic sounds.
There is no escape from the plane, so i decide to dig myself underneath the baggage.
I am suddenly jolted and tost around as the plane lands on the ground.
The bags are flying into me and rolling and bouncing everywhere.
I force myself on top, figuring being below is not the best answer, and brace myself to sneak my way out of the plane once the baggage doors are opened.
