*Due to the nature of some of these scenes, some of these chapters will be split into half-hour segments, and others will be a full hour…
Day 1 – 11:00 P.M. – 11:30 P.M.
11:00:00
Flight 292 from LHR (London Heathrow Airport) London to JFK (John F. Kennedy Airport) New York – a Boeing 757 that was steadily cruising at 32,500 feet, among them was an F.B.I. SWAT Sergeant, Ben Lovecraft who was returning from a brief joint operation with MI-5.
Ben's computer was connected straight to his office in New York in which he was entering his final report to the office.
Ben was a Caucasian-Arabic mixed male in his late twenties, about twenty-eight-years-old, and despite being a young man, his hair was completely white, and his eyes were a pale blue.
As he was finishing his report, the stewardess walked up to him, "Excuse me," she said, "Can I get you anything?"
"I'll have a coke," Ben said as he closed his laptop, and stored it in the space in front of him.
The stewardess opened the top of the can, "Attention passengers," the pilot said over the intercom, "Right now our cruising altitude is 32,500 feet above sea-level, and we have one hour before we land in New York. Please sit back, and enjoy the trip."
It was then that Ben heard a sound he wasn't expecting to hear on an international flight from London: the sound of the slide on a 9mm pistol being pulled and released.
"Excuse me, passengers," the man said as he stood up, holding a Glock 21, and walked toward the cockpit, "But I'd advise all of you to stay in your seat. My name is Adonis Moro, and I'd advise everyone to try and not be a hero."
He was about five-foot-nine, he had a head of thick black hair with a thick bushy cop-style mustache on his upper lip, he wore a pair of black leather shoes, some khaki suit pants, a red button-up shirt, and a khaki suit jacket. His skin tone was very reminiscent of a Mediterranean local, and he had a very unusual tattoo on his right wrist that went onto his hand.
He then tapped the shoulder of the man sitting in first class, and he stood up holding a large Ka-Bar knife, "Keep seated, and nobody will get hurt," he said as another stood up.
11:05:56
Adonis walked up to the front of the plane, and as soon as he did, a single Stewardess looked up to see Adonis, "Excuse me, sir," she said as she walked up to him, "You can't be up…" before she could finish, Adonis held the Glock to her temple.
"We don't have time for this," he said, "Open the door."
The stewardess put her key in the lock and opened the door which drew the attention of the pilot who activated the autopilot.
The stewardess was then pushed aside as Adonis made his way into the cabin with his pistol fully extended, "Keep calm," he said as he held the pistol on the pilot, "Give me a headset."
The third officer handed Adonis a separate headset, "Hello, to all who are listening," he said, "My name is Adonis Moro, Senior head of the United Arabic Unification Army. Today is the day that the world will witness the destruction of one of New York's most treasured monuments in the mutually assured destruction of the American homeland as you have done so in ours. I have a gun, and I will kill the pilots if you try to make us land. Glory to the cause," he then turned off the radio.
11:10:24
"What do you want from us," the pilot asked.
"I want you to be quiet and do as you're told," Adonis said as he held his Glock on the pilot, "Now tell everyone to roll their windows up, and if they need anything to ask Castor."
11:10:36
On the ground…
The air traffic controller put his headset down, and turned to his co-operators who heard the message, "Call the F.B.I.," he said.
The head of the tower picked up his phone and punched in the number for the New York office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
On the plane…
"Ladies and gentlemen," the pilot said over the intercom, "By request of Adonis, I would ask that everyone please roll their windows up, and if you need anything to ask Castor."
"Alright," Castor said, "Now here's the deal, no one try to be a hero. We're here as members of the United Arabic Unification Army. Do not be afraid, by the end of the night you will all be part of something beautiful."
Ben gripped the seat as hard as he could before he felt someone tap him on the arm, "You're Military right," someone behind him asked.
Ben turned around to see the man behind him pull his thick black wig aside to reveal a face he wasn't expecting to see: former U.S. Delta Force Operator, and wanted Fugitive Jack Bauer.
11:15:43
"Jack Bauer," Ben whispered, "What are you doing on this flight?"
"Trying to start a new life," Jack said, "Now answer my question?"
"Not anymore," Ben whispered, "Honorable discharge."
"What experience do you have," Jack asked.
"DEVGRU, Blue Squadron," Ben whispered.
"Think we can work together," Jack asked.
"Normally I'd be throwing you to the ground, and arrest you," Ben said, "But seeing as how one of them has a gun, and the other has a knife, I don't seem to have much choice in the matter."
"The way I see it, we have about," Jack said as he checked his watch, "About forty-four minutes to determine what these guys are doing, and how to stop it."
11:17:09
"If there's one thing that's apparent," Ben said, "This is just a distraction."
"What do you mean," Jack asked.
"If this was the main attack, then they'd send more than two guys," Ben said, "Which means whoever's behind this has very little faith that these two are going to succeed."
On the ground…
"Alright people," F.B.I. counterterrorism leader, Michael Malone said as he walked into the office, "We have a serious situation," he turned on the monitors at the head of the room to reveal a picture of the plane, "Right now flight 292 is being hijacked, and unfortunately we have no idea what they want."
"Flight 292," analyst Cammy Hartford asked.
"Yes," Michael said.
Cammy picked up her phone and opened the text she got from Ben when he was leaving Heathrow Airport, "Ben's on that plane," she said.
"Alright," Michael said, "Now one of our own is being held hostage 32,000 feet above us."
Cammy Hartford was a young, British-American Caucasian female with long blonde hair that she kept down in a knot-braid ponytail. She had graduated Quantico at the head of her class, met Ben when he was training with the graduates on the tactics of the F.B.I.'s Hostage Rescue Team, and impressed him so much he asked her out once she graduated.
Michael then turned to the other agents, "Get someone out to JFK right now, and get me a line to the control tower," he said, "I want to know what these hijackers want, and where they're heading."
11:20:30
"Alright," Adonis said, "Now slowly lower the plane to 1,500 feet," he then pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket, and handed it to the pilot, "And follow this heading."
The pilot took the piece of paper, and examined it, "This'll take us directly over Manhattan Island," he said, knowing that the air traffic controller was listening.
"I know," Adonis said, "Now obey."
"Ok," the pilot said as he lowered the altitude setting on the plane, and adjusted the heading of the plane.
11:22:02
On the Ground…
The air traffic controller put down his headset and turned to the men inside the tower who all drew heavy faces.
If they were descending, and going straight over New York, then that could mean that they were planning on crashing it into something.
11:23:21
Lafayette Street…
F.B.I. Analyst Gordon Hughes was on his way to the airport when he called JFK, "JFK International Airport," the woman that answered the phone said.
"This is F.B.I. Agent Gordon Hughes," he said, "Connect me to your control tower, as soon as possible."
"Transferring your call," she said.
As the control tower operator answered the phone, the person on the other end answered with, "Please tell me that this is the F.B.I."
"This is Gordon Hughes, I am an F.B.I. Agent," Gordon said, "I am on my way to JFK right now, but I need situation updates."
"Right now, Agent Hughes," the operator said, "The pilot has told us that the person holding them hostage, a man named Adonis Moro has told them to take the plane directly over Manhattan Island."
"Right over," Gordon asked.
"Yes," the operator said, "We don't know how to deal with this situation."
"Alright," Gordon said, "Calm down and stay on this line. The worst thing we can do in a situation like this is panic. Tell the pilot to remain calm, and to do what he can to diffuse the situation."
"Roger that," the operator said as Gordon called the office on the phone provided in the car.
"Baseplate, this Is Hughes," Gordon said, "We have an update. The hijacker has identified himself as one Adonis Moro, and they've told the pilot to take the plane right over Manhattan Island."
"Copy that," Michael said as he pointed at Cammy who input the name into her computer.
"Coming through now," Cammy said as the information on Moro came onto her computer screen, "Adonis Rafi Moro. Greek National, born in Athens in 1977, mixed Greek and Syrian parents. Former Lieutenant in the EKAM, Cross of Valor, Medal of Military Merit, Medal of Military Worth, and a Flying Cross. Discharged from the Greek Military for dishonorable actions. One of three founding members of the United Arabic Unification Army, founded in Greece in 1996, no terrorist actions until 2003 when one of their founders, Harmon Fariq claimed responsibility for the bombing of the Number 11 bus heading through Athens on August 16th. The following years, multiple attacks were committed in various European countries in the name of uniting the Arabic world including mass-shootings, but nothing above more than 10+ casualties."
"Skip ahead," Michael said, "Status in other countries, known crimes, and how he got a weapon on a plane."
Cammy looked up the information Michael requested, and found that Michael requested.
"Currently MI-5 has him on their terrorist watch list," Cammy said, "Interpol has on record that Greece wants him on charges of treason. Intelligence agencies in France, Germany, Switzerland, Spain, Portugal, and several other countries have listed him as an active terrorist, and he appears to have various contacts in the IRA which helped him smuggle the gun onto the plane from Dublin to Heathrow. If you go through security at one airport, you don't have to at another."
"Anyone could have snuck him that gun," Michael said.
"Dead end," Cammy said, "Maybe we should start thinking about the plane itself. Maybe there was an associate that met him in London."
"Good thinking," Michael said, "Get on it, I have to brief the director."
11:27:32
Michael walked into his office, and dialed the number for his boss in D.C., "This is Director Dornan here," F.B.I. Director Mark Dornan said as he picked up the phone.
"Director Dornan, sir," Michael said, "This is NYC office director Michael Malone, we have a situation."
11:28:01
"What do you think," Jack asked.
"So far only two assailants," Ben said, "One armed with a Ka-Bar, the other with a Glock. These guys have military training, I know it."
"Attitude," Jack asked.
"And the way they move," Ben said, "I've only seen that once. With Greek EKAM Commandos."
11:29:37
"I see the situation," Director Dornan said, "We can only hope that your operative will be able to fix the situation. Until then, drastic action has to be taken."
"Sir," Michael said, "Ben is one of us, and he's the best HRT officer we have. Surely there has to be another way."
"I wish there was," Director Dornan said, "But as you said, your man was a Tier-One Navy SEAL with extensive Anti-Terror tactics. If anyone on that plan can repel this attack, then he can. Who knows? Maybe some can help him."
11:30:00