Fishing for a Missile
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Red Eye!
Summary: What were the 'fishermen' doing? Were they even working for Jackson?
It was a bright and sunny day in Miami. Several Russian men sat on a fishing boat, enjoying the sun, praying for a tan, and fishing. Well, only two of them were really fishing. Everyone else was tanning or napping.
"Hey! I think I caught something!" cried one of the men fishing. "It must be really big!"
"I'll help!" cried another fisher, abandoning his pole. He helped reel it in.
All the fishermen's faces fell when they realized that they had caught a large metal box, not a big, juicy fish.
"What's inside?" asked another fisherman, sick of tanning. He only ever burned anyways.
The fisherman who caught the box shrugged and opened it. Inside was a shinny rocket launcher.
"Let's see if it works!"
The fisherman loaded the rocket launcher with the missile and placed it upon his shoulder. "What should I aim it at?"
"How about that really tall building over there? It's ugly looking," suggested the former tanning fisherman.
"Okay!" the fisherman said joyfully, taking aim and then firing the rocket.
Surprising, it worked. The hotel's top floor exploded.
"Shit! Let's get out of here!" cried the fishermen, driving the boat away from the fiery hotel as two men dumped the rocket launcher and metal box overboard.
What a day for fishing…
Author's Notes:
Yup, that was a shameless humor piece there! My friend Kate and I had a running joke concerning the missile and how it was all an accident. So, that was inspiration behind this piece! This is for you, Kate!