Chapter 1 Plane attack
"Ugh", I moaned, I had so much work that needed to be done before I left France that it was unimaginable. "Sir your plane to Beijing arrives at 12:30"The intern announced, looking over her computer. I turned to look at the clock, 12:15. Crap. "Okay, tell he pilot to go and get himself some coffee or something cause I still have to finish excavating paperwork mountain. Oh and while you're at it grab me a cappuccino or something with a lot of caffeine, I'm beat" "Unfortunately I can't do that sir" "Dang it," I said fairly loudly, making the intern jump. I slapped the file I was working on onto the desk I was using, guess that historian wouldn't have much to present to the owner of the Loove next Thursday. I'd email him my apologies later on the plane, right now I had to get going, the run way was on the other side of the building.
It took me forever to get to the runway and when I finally arrived the pilot was really mad at me, although when I handed him a 20 his face brightened considerably. My colleges had already taken seats and were sipping martinis. Quickly I choose a seat on an empty loveseat and ordered the most caffeinated beverage I could think of.
Ten minutes into the flight the caffeine finally kicked in and I was wide awake when there was a lot of banging. I had no idea what it was nor could I tell where the heck it was coming from, it seemed to be all around me and my colleges started to panic. Half a second later somebody cut the lights or somthin and several small blinking red emergency lights came on that I never would normally have noticed. With alarms now ringing in my ears I was sort of starting to freak too, but I managed to do the most sensible thing I could think of, I miraculously found my way to the cock pit.
Inside I found the pilot dead on the floor and in took me a moment to realize that all the red ink on the carpet was actually blood. Someone was in the pilots chair but I didn't get a good look at him until he turned around. What I saw really scared me. The guy had course hair covering his body and a long snout plus, if that wasn't enough for you he had two long canines and a whole mouthful of big razor sharp teeth. And I thought Werewolves didn't exist! This was crazy! I fiddled with my thoughts for a moment before it attacked with inhuman speed, cutting open my side. The wound wasn't deep but it hurt! I grabbed a crowbar and whacked the Whatever-it-was upside the head. My plan would have worked if I hadn't under estimated the crowbars weight and lost my balance. The thing grabbed it and instead of me banging it, it swung the weapon around and hit my head. I felt like I'd had my skull bashed in, which I very well might have, after that everything went black.