I'm lying in complete darkness, listening to the cries of young children, the moans of the elderly and the yawns and heavy footsteps of tired businessmen.
The wall to my right is opened and a baggage escalator is brought to the front.
"This could be my only chance" I think as I eye out the doorway.
I crawl quickly to the door and plant myself on the wall, right next to the doorway.
No one is at the top of the baggage escalator so i turn my body so i am facing the door and jump on to the machine, then jump to the ground, landing with a roll.
I stand myself up, and brush myself down, and walk over to the line of passengers walking from behind the plane.
We walk into the airport and up the ramp, where other passengers would be greeted by loved ones, and run into their arms crying.
Not me. I was greeted by no one, then followed by five of the eight goons.
I was average height, 5 foot 11, quite muscular, with spiked up brown hair and dark brown eyes.
But these goons following me make me look like a toothpic.
They were very tall, near the 6 foot 5, muscles like a body-builder, shaved heads, but you couldn't see their eyes from the overhang of their brow. This was probably a good thing.
We walk through the exit from the main airport, and i find myself in the baggage clame.
I walk past all of the security guards, and turn around to find all of them, no more then 2 inches away.
"Wow fellas, at my school, we have a rule. Stay 12 inches away from everyone. So it would be most thankful if you could follow that rule." I remark whilst digging in my pockets for my knife.
I find in and place it in a slot inside my sleeve where i can secretly stab from.
The goons look at each other then at me and smirk.
They begin to create a circle as the other three rejoin their group.
I begin to think, "This is a time for quick thinking and quick movements. Sweep one of the goons' legs from underneath them."
The man in my face goes for a punch, but I duck and spin, pulling my leg out to take one mans' feet from beneath him.
I stand back up, and three men are looking at their friend, whilst the main guy begins to knock me over with some punches.
Each time he punches i've a counter to block his move, and every-so-often, I'll plant a punch to his rib cage, with no success.
A man comes behind me and grabs my arms, but i duck and pull him over me, to discover the main man already in a punch, which knocks the guy holding me, out.
I spin around as i'm charged at by two other men.
I duck and push my left leg out, tripping one guy, but at the same time, i pull my hand back, exposing the tip of the blade, which i stab into the other guy's stomach.
Without standing, i launch myself into a backwards handstand, then when i land that, a backflip, landing on one knee, at the head of the man on the floor, and my knife diving into his stomach.
I pull the knife out and wipe the blood on the now dead man's black jumper.
I stand and watch the disbeliefment on the main guy's face.
I run at him, but before he can react, i launch myself over him, then turn, grab his head and twist it in one swift movement, breaking his neck and killing him.
The other seven goons are completely stunned, so i sprint past them, see my bag at the baggage claim, then grab it as i run past and out the door to an awaiting taxi.
