Disclaimer: This story is kinda complicated and a long read. If you are retarded or too lazy don't bother reading. Thank you.
On October 15th of 2016, American Airlines' confidential files were posted online, in an act of retaliation. The lives of thousands of passengers and staff alike were changed, once again. That was the last straw, a war was inevitable…
A boy and a girl are sprinting to a parking lot at the Merle Norman HQ, as staff members are angrily chasing after them. Many of them holding knives, bats, and even arms.
"Stop!" They yell. "You can run but you can't hide!"
The boy fires his Glock into the air. The crowd slows and holds down. The boy fires again.
He and the girl spot a silver highlander. The run faster towards it as nearby pedestrians panic and run for cover.
"Get in the fucking car!" The boy desperately yells.
They finally go inside their stolen getaway car and slam its doors shut. A few seconds later, the mob intercepts them and start to ambush them. The boy fires at all windows except the windshield, as the girl buries her head against his chest. He looks down and notices one thing, they are screwed.
"WHAT THE FUCK I DON'T HAVE THE KEY. HE TOOK THE KEY" yelled the boy angrily. He breaks open the underside of the steering column and desperately tries to hotwire the car, but it's not use.
They look in every direction and realize that this may be their last day together...
Back in the building Kirk regains control and watches Carson's Lincoln Navigator in horror, terror building in his eyes.
"Kyle sir, Brandon and Jenny are being attacked at the North end of the parking lot in (port). There are a hundred angry Blox staff and passengers at the scene." He radios desperately hoping for Kyle to respond.
"Pip pip cherrio mate, call the brigade for some of that musket power old sport" says Kyle surprisingly cheerful.
"Uh….You mean the police?" asked Kirk, wondering how was he so happy and why this guy was hired in the first place. Mostly the second one.
Back at the scene, the boy shoots at the mob from side to side, killing only six in total.
"BRANDON, Please don't waste your bullets, you can get out while you still can." says the guy trying to shake his collar. "You'd be dead if you stay with me!"
"We'll be fine JENNY, trust me." said Brandon as he tries to reassure her.
A passenger named Ma climbs on the highlander. Just before he aims at them, Brandon shoots his balls through the sunroof. He falls off the vehicle, shattering the windshield.
Jenny gazes outside while watching Brandon shooting at the mob, one by one. She can't do this to him anymore. She then glances at the windshield picks up a shard of glass and attempts to slit her throat. Brandon grabs her wrist just in time.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" yelled Brandon angrily. She had never seen him so mad.
"I'm their target, let me die. I don't want you to go because of me."
"Listen carefully Jenny, I won't let anything happen to you." Jenny tearfully looks him in the eyes. "If you die, I'll die with you."
"Don't be good to me. I don't know what to do when you're so nice to me."
Brandon tears up as well. "Let's live and die together." Without looking, he shoots another five times at the mob. He notices her pretty smile perk up again and wipes the tears from her face.
"You never told me you played first person shooter games." Jenny sniffs trying to cheer up.
"Well I am a 10th Prestige on COD Ghost" smirked Brandon. "Also, I'm sitting next to a really hot chick so I gotta show off for her." he winked.
The mob angry yells and ambushes the car, along with the couple in it.
Six months earlier…
Meanwhile at American Airlines' shitty excuse for a hub called Vivamus, the AA flight has been called for...again. And passengers... again, had been scrambling to get the best seats, while the staff have been freaking out over errors with the jetway. All while AA's most flamboyant worker: Korey, has been providing quality American Airlines service.
"That'll be $1200 please for first class, or a free economy seat" A cheery Korey said to an AA passenger.
"Are you fucking kidding me? That's a ripoff!" He complained.
"Here at American Airlines, we are committed to providing every citizen of the world with the highest quality air travel to the widest selection of destination possible." He gestured to the door. "If you think it's shitty, get the fuck out of here." He smiled.
"But I lost my ticket! Fuck off, I refuse to pay to pay $1200 for a First Class ticket!" He exclaimed.
"Well hey, that's your fault for being stupid. So, you can take free economy seat or pay $1200. Also, have an awesome day!" Korey expected to get a complaint at the end of the day, as usual but didn't care because he knows his big hearted CEO will forgive him.
"Hey Kor, some passenger said you eat fat horse co-" before Andrew (Phan) could finish.
"KOR!" a very big red, and annoyed Lando yelled. "I don't care what you do on your free time, but please don't tell passengers about it. It's bad enough it's on Redtu-" before Lando could finish...
"Will you bitches stop succing each other and get on, we are about to go. I need to get to Orlando before 5pm tonight 'cause my prom is at 8pm and I need all the prep I can get if I want some succ tonight." yelled Dylan from the plane door.
The flight was already half an hour late thanks to certain employees (mostly Lando) fucking around too much and Dylan couldn't afford any more delays.
"Kor when we get to Orlando I'm sending Carson another mess-" before Lando could finish.
"Send me another what lando?" said a lanky, blond man walking up the jetway.
"Carson, where the fuck did you come from?" asked Lando, looking at Korey who was wondering the same thing.
"I drove across the tarmac in my 2016 Cherokee Trailhawk, then walked up the jetway stairs to see how badly you guys are fucking up" said Carson, shaking his head with his armed crossed.
"Well, Korey told a passenger he eats horse co-" before the Big Red-headed freak could finish again…
"FOR FUCKS SAKE, I DON'T DO THAT. The nigger lost his ticket, so he can pay $1200 for first class or take his free economy seat" said Korey
"Good job Korey, I've been worried about our profits and we need every dollar we can get. We have a tight budget this year, and we can't give anymore freebies" said the skinny blond man. "Now excuse me, I must get on my MN748N and get back to Los Angeles to get my press box seats to the USC game tomorrow, then take my 10 day trip to Tahiti. Good day, gentlemen."
And with that, Carson walked down the jetway stairs, got in his trailhawk, drove back across the tarmac to his fueled up jet, and got onboard before anymore staff and passengers could complain to him about Lando. As he walked up the stairs and looks in the cabin in his Italian leather chair, with his gold furnished TV, gold furnished caviar dish, and his gold furnished beats by Dre waiting for him. As he surveyed the cabin, he remembers the good 'ole days of flying with the common folks of American Airlines. The days when passengers enjoyed flights for the sake of flying. Nowadays, everyone tries to find the smallest thing to complain about. Ever since Lando was hired. Carson learned the hard way to never fly with passengers again, especially when Lando is onboard.
As Carson sat down, his good old friend Kim Jong Un (Joseph) walked up the stairs.
"Herro ma good fwiend Kasun. Today good flite" said Kim, with his usual fat faced smile
"Yes, yes Kim, North is best Korea. To Los Angeles sir" said Carson, as he shooed Kim to the cockpit to fly him to LA.
"Yes, yes Kasun. To Ross Angeres" said Kim with a bow. He squeezed through the cockpit door, sits in his fully reclined cockpit chair, and began to start the up the Merle Norman jet. Carson decided it was best to save money from American and Merle Norman by having only one pilot and if something does happen to Kim, he could step in. With more than 100 hours of playing FSX, Carson felt that he would be ready to be a pilot if he needed to be.
He sat back in his leather chair, ate a cracker topped with caviar and puts his Beats on, he felt his pocket begin to vibrate. He pulled out his Nokia 7270 flip phone and saw the word 'Dumbass' across the screen.
"Lando. how did you fuck up already, I just left. I can still see the plane at the gate from here" said Carson as he looked out of his window. He pinched his nose in annoyance as he listened to Lando's story.
"All I did was kill a passenger sitting in First Class without a ticket and then everyone called me an abuser, then Dylan yelled at me… and… and…" said Lando as he held back tears. Carson can hear passengers chanting 'abuser' in the background.
"For fucks sake Lando, just pushback, tell Dylan he's never getting some succ, and stop calling me every time something bad happens. Bye Lando." said Carson. He hangs up the phone and looks to see the AA plane finally pushing back. "'Bout fucking time, I need new staff…"
"Kasun, we are weady to go" said Kim on the loud speakers as Carson hears the 2 engines on his jet begin to rev up.
"About time." said Carson as he leans back to put his headphones on. He's about to play music on Zune when he feels his Nokia vibrate again. He picks it up to see someone more favorable to him calling. "Oh hello Andy, how's one of my favorite technicians doing?"
"Fantastic, thanks to that new contract with Jaden, that 737 that has been delayed for months will finally be ready for service." said Andy confidently from the other side of the phone.
"That's fantastic news, how is Jaden by the way? I'm at his airport right now. I've been meaning to call him, but I've been so busy with work. Nearly worked 20 hours this week man, and I'm still dealing with Lando's stunt at the Blox debate. The PR and Jason yelling at me about and it has been brutal." said Carson as he takes an exhausted breath. He watched the AA 737 barely take off the end of the runway, again, as his plane continued to taxi.
"Hey. I thought it was funny, but I guess Jason didn't think so. But Jaden has been doing well. He's also been busy perfecting new engines for our 737. He was tough in the negotiations. I thought he was gonna walk, but then I reminded him that no other airline exists anymore, so we were able to fuck him in the deal" said Andy with a chuckle.
"HA HA, Another win for team American. Remember that time we said we wanted to help British Airways become just like us, and we ended up bugging all their computer, creating a fake case saying their staff raped Lando and their CEO ran into a GE90 engine. I hear their COO still wants to kill me." Laughed Carson in with his smug rich businessman laugh. All he needed was a moustache to twirl.
Andy laughed uncontrollably at their deeds. "Oh Carson you bastard, you make me laugh too much. I can't wait to see what we pull off next."
Carson pulled a cigar out a small compartment in his chair. He took a puff and chuckles to himself as he watched his jet line up for take off. "Oh don't worry 'ole friend, the wheels are in motion…"
"In motion?" Andy grinned and tapped his fingers together at this news, "Will this be just like the BA score?"
"Perhaps, perhaps….Well I have to go my good chum. These damn Nokias don't get service 6 miles up" said Carson. He took one last puff then extinguished his cigar in the seat ashtray.
"Just get an iPhone or Android like everyone bro. It's 20 fucking 16" said Andy as he shook his head.
"'Budget Cuts'" joked Carson, "Also I don't want that damn Obama knowin' where I am damn it" *while confederate flag waves behind him*
"Bro, if that Obama comes for you, just use those 20 AR's I sent you" said Andy as he spat in his spatoon.
"Damn straight. No one is touchin' my 2nd amendment. Any I have to go friend. Talk to you when I land in LA" said Carson. He took another puff as Andy says goodbye as well, and turned off his phone. He looked out the window and watched the plane accelerate down the runway and lift away from Vivamus. It'll be a couple hours until he reaches LA, so he kicked back, put on his Beats, and listened to his favorite artist: Justin Bieber. "It's never too late to say 'Sorry' Justin…"
"God damn, another Tinder date that didn't fucking show up..." Justin (Rubin) muttered while he walked through the entrance of the Eaton Centre mall in Toronto.
Jenny went up to him. They were supposed to meet to exchange information two hour later, but for some reason he decided to do it now. "Hey, Justin. I have a special service for you." He walked over and smirked.
They leaned against the window by the Hot Topic store "Just now you said you have some special service for me. Am I gonna get the succ onboard?" Justin asked.
"Of course not, I've got something more important for you." Jenny walked away from him and took out her iPhone. "You'll be so excited after you watch this."
"What is it? Let me see." Justin walked back up to her.
Jenny moved her phone away. "Let's agree on a price first." She smiled. "This'll cost $150. You'll think it's a bargain."
Justin wagged their finger at her "For that price? Something better be leaked." He gave her a stack of bills. "Here you go, $150. What's this about?"
"Thanks Justin, look at this." She gives them her phone with a voice file playing. This took place in a day before today's flight departed.
"That last cruise is fun." One guy said in the recording. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now you will be ranked as COO. Keep in mind that you may or may not be the only COO." Another guy said in the recording.
Justin stared at the screen in shock. "Are you fucking serious? Nobody told me I've been fired!" he looked back to Jenny. "Is this the new guy Weston mentioned about?"
"Well, now you know how unpredictable this monopoly is. I only know one Weston and that's him." Jenny quietly mentioned.
"Do you know where they are?"
"He just left the mall. If you go now you can catch up to them."
Justin rushed to open his backpack and took his phone out. He was about to call Weston. "Fuck him, what an asshole. I haven't done anything wrong recently either."
"Do you really want him to know you're coming after him? Go after him quickly."
A fuming Justin speed walked down the street to find Weston. Jenny followed a couple seconds behind them. It's a busy Saturday in downtown GTA, while many people are commuting to work, and other places to spend their free time in while their paychecks still exist. Weston also happened to be in Toronto for a business trip. Jenny tried to call Carson during the chase.
"Hey it's Carson R. I'm always out, but I'll try to get back to you. Leave a message, thanks. *long beep*"
"Hey Carson, he fell for it. He's going after them right now. I'll keep a closer eye on him and see where Weston's joint is. There won't be any problem."
Speak of the devil, Jenny noticed both Justin and Weston only across the street from each other. Weston? I can't let them run into each other, she walked by a bigger guy with a buzzcut and a Slipknot tee and grabbed him by the ass. The guy turned around on Weston, who coincidentally was behind her not knowing who she was. The guy grabbed Weston by the arm.
"Yo! You're a man. Why did you molest me in public?" Jenny quietly snuck away from the incoming feud.
"What the fuck are you talking about? Who molested you? You're crazy." Weston flicked him at his forehead and walked guy grabbed him again. "You fuckin' touched me, you motherfucker. Are you denying it now?"
Jenny followed Justin into an apartment complex. He walked into the elevator while she walked to the mail room and examined the surveillance cameras. She saw him exit the elevator at the 21st floor and tried to find him. She saw another random guy instead talking about the International Luge competition.
She tried to walk cooly while walking by him but he saw through her. "Hey stranger, I've never seen you before."
"I've never seen you before either. What are you doing here?"
"I asked first. What are you doing here?" He began to get suspicious.
"I'm visiting my grandma, what's wrong with that?" Jenny said with a huff. She walked over to a nearby door with the guy watching behind her and rung the doorbell, hoping that there is an old lady behind it. Thankfully, an old lady answered.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Grandma! I missed you so much! How are you doing?" She hugged the old lady, then walked in the apartment and closed the door. At her left, she noticed an old man in a wheelchair wearing an oxygen mask. He was looking out the kitchen window.
"Is it just you and your husband?" Jenny asked.
"Yes, we had kids but they all grew up and moved out."
She and the old lady sat down on the couch. The man wheeled over to them. "Miss, I don't think I know you." The old lady said.
"Oh, I'm from the Social Welfare Department." Jenny responded, hoping that this charade ends soon.
"SWD? What are you checking on this time?"
"I just wanted to give you money. Your daughter has applied for additional old age living allowance for you."
"Really"
"Yup, this is the first payment." Jenny takes out her wallet from her Louis Vuitton Speedy handbag and handed the old lady an envelope of $6000 in cash. The old lady grew a huge smile.
"$6000, it's a good sum. I wish you and your husband good health." They all smiled some more.
"Guess I'm not getting that first class upgrade" said Jenny to herself. She left the apartment, and calls an uber to take her back to her condo to pack for her flight to Los Angeles first thing in the morning tomorrow. She knows that she could've spent it on paying back her student loans. But, seeing the faces of those people after getting additional support to have a better lifestyle was worth it.
After Carson landed in Los Angeles. He and Jenny met up the next day to have a private dinner at the Providence seafood restaurant at Melrose. She had her hair up in a Yankees cap while dressing all black, writing on the table filled with California spiny lobster, fluke sashimi, black bass and abalone dishes with wine pairings. Carson walked into the dimly lit room.
"Hey Carson."
"Hi Jen. Good job on the assignment." He walked towards the eating girl. "It seems like you don't deserve my praise."
"What do you mean?"
"You can't be a little more serious." He still looked down on the table. "How could you write the intel on a napkin right now?" He took out a notebook and told her to write the info down.
"It's inconvenient to carry a notebook. Aren't I smart? I asked that one guy to say something random to trigger Justin and please Weston at the same time. Can I have a bonus?"
"You're kidding right? You already work in AA, you have a separate salary for working undercover. You're gonna be rich like me."
"Can I have reimbursement instead?" She handed him a movie ticket. "I just watched a movie about an undercover space agent, and I wanted to learn some tricks."
"Seriously?" Carson snickered. "Fine, I'll cover your $20 this time." He put the ticket in his pocket.
"So what do I do now?"
"Nothing, just wait until your next assignment."
"Great, more free time for me" Jenny cheered and brought out a couple bags of takeout and headed to the door. "I'll see you soon then."
"Wow. Y'know what? I'll give you a bonus. So this bill can be deducted from it and you'll end up not having a bonus at all."
"Fineeee. It's all for you by the way. See ya!"
Meanwhile, halfway across the country from the fancy glitz and glamour of Melrose, on a cold, windy night along Lake Michigan in Chicago...
A guy with raggedness from head to toe hopped out of his rowboat in the middle of the night. He looked in all directions to see if they were any obstacles during his return. The coast was clear, he got up walked slowly down the dock, into the city, then into a dark alleyway to take a shortcut back to his house. Suddenly, a figure restrained him from behind and dragged him to a dark storage shed.
"Dog, you were involved in many cases involving grand theft." The figure said. Dog started to breathe more rapidly. "You've been on the run for so long. Now you're back. You thought I forgot? You're dead fucking wrong." He started to whimper.
"Oh hey there friend.. How are those Cubs doin? Off a hot start in April I see" said Dog with a nervous chuckle
"Shut the fuck up. Back then, Ethan worked for you. Where is he now?" The figure asked.
A tied up Dog panicked "Sir, as you said I've been on the run for a while. What did I have to do with your man?"
Andy crept out of the shadows, crouching, and leaned closer to him. "Where's Ethan?"
"The fuck did I do?! If I committed a crime then send me to jail already! I don't fuckin' know anything okay?!"
"Nah. You already have Jason for that." Andy stood up. "I've been looking for you for the past 69 days you've been away." He walked to Dog's duffle bag. "I've waited for so long and now you're telling me that you know nothing." He opened his bag up and took out a small bag of oxycodone pills.
"You think you can just leave?" Dog slowly slipped into insanity inside. Andy poured the pills into his palm, threw the bag and shoved them in Dog's mouth and sealed it with his hand.
Dog struggled "I'LL TALK! ANDY I'LL TALK! I'LL TALK" He started shaking and begged for mercy while he slowly gagged on the pills.
Andy let go and listened to him speak. "You only got one chance." he said firmly.
"I'll talk.. I'll talk." Dog breathed sighs of relief while spitting out enough drugs to kill him slowly.
Andy started digging in the woods. While doing that, he had flashback with Ethan, one of his close friends.
They were leaning against a guardrail overseeing a view of mountains.
"Dude, I fucking hate running." said Andy.
"Doesn't seem to run in anyone's family at all. Get it?" Ethan retorted. Andy's slapped his back as a tease.
"You need to infiltrate Blox so we can blackmail Jason into giving us a shit ton of free tech. But Jason also has the best tech, especially weaponry. It's dangerous. Are you up for it?"
"Of course, I'm ThePilotBoss, nothing can get through me."
He sighs, and remembers a video call with Kyle just a few months later...
"Ethan and I haven't spoken in a couple of months. I'm getting worried about his safety." said Andy.
"Are you sure you think something happened to him? A lot of things can happen while he's gone. Maybe he took advantage and turned." Kyle replied.
"Or, maybe he could be dead. I'm sure he wouldn't turn."
"It's not like he would accept such a fate so easily." Kyle tried to comfort him.
Andy shook his head of this thought, like he had many times. He continued digging until his shovel hit a hard spot. He uncovered the dirt patch and saw a rotting hand. He stared into shock, mouth agape.
"Dog is having a party on the SS Peaches next week to celebrate Blox's 1000th cruise" Ethan told him.
"Be careful. Remember the British Airways incident when they tried to celebrate their 100th flight. Those poor families of those passengers. One of them was a WWII vet too..." Andy remembered something and took a miniature soldier out of his pocket and gave it to Ethan. "Here, people like you are strong and make America great."
"Thanks! I'll remember that. See ya again." Ethan put the soldier in his pocket and ran off.. To never be seen again.
Andy uncovered more dirt and saw the same miniature soldier that he gave him. He struggled to hold back his tears and held the toy tightly in his hand.
Three days later...
At the morgue, Andy and Carson were saluting Ethan while expressing their thoughts. So Andy took a couple weeks off to follow Dog's lead. He never gave up all this time, Dog finally snuck back.
"You would do this too if you were in my shoes." Andy told Carson, without looking.
Carson replied. "No, I think not." he continued. "If you weren't so persistent, Ethan would be buried there forever. His name would never be cleared."
"We sent each and every one of them ourselves. Why the fuck should their lives be on the line every day? We could say it's for payback or to keep the passengers safe. But we both know they're doing this for us." He remembered Ethan waving at him for the last time. "Even if the world gives them shit, we won't give up."
He finally offered a proposition. "I want them back. Alive or dead."
Meanwhile at AA's other shitty excuse for a hub called Halsonal...
"The fuck is wrong with you all?" yelled Jaden. His limited Valkyrie helm hat nearly fell off in rage. "Dylan, for the last time I don't care how much you love her, you still need to talk to the female passengers when they have questions during check-in. Don't just pretend you don't know english... It's okay to talk to them. SHE WON'T FUCKING KNOW"
"But, her leg touched my dick. She can sense when it's thinking about another girl" said the silver haired virgin.
"I'm this fucking close to throwing you into the turbofan.." said Jaden shaking hitting his head against the galley wall. Normally, he would let Kyle intervene with this bullshit. But sometimes things go too far.
"Ha. Ha. Dylan is in trouble" teased the very young homosexual.
"Shut the fuck up Phan, you took 10 minutes to get the fucking cart in the slot" quipped Jaden
"Ewwww… Putting things into slots is gross…" said Phan in disgust.
"Listen. I don't care. I need to be in LA by 9pm. I have an important meeting tomorrow with Carson. My engines will finally signed off on and I can buy my 15th truck. So for fucks sake, get the plane ready for the flight and stop beating each other off." said Jaden smugly.
"I wouldn't mind…" said Phan.
"ANDREW I'M GONN-" before he could finish
"Jaden, you should take a look at yourself sometimes when a flight goes wrong. As always." said Andy coming through the door from the jetway. "Don't just scold and put the blame on everybody else." he continued "I came to tell you that I found Ethan's bones."
"Ethan's bod… what? He's fine. I swore I just talk...I just talked to him…" said Jaden, his voice getting scratchier as his eyes began to water.
"Jaden, he's been missing for months..." said Andy coldly. The pain is gone. No more tears, no more feeling vomit piling up in his throat. Just hollowness.
"Months? What do you mean months…WHAT DO YOU MEAN MONTHS!" yelled Jaden. He punched the wall of the galley. He took a coffee pot and throws its into the cabin. A terrified Andrew (Phan) raced to pick it up and took it to the back galley…
"He was murdered. He didn't turn." Andy glared at him. "Back then, you wanted to take credit for this operation. You sent someone to follow us." He walked closer. "As a result, he got exposed and killed. Should've spent your money on a better stalker"
Jaden narrowed his eyes after calming down. "What the fuck do you mean by that? Don't put the blame on me."
"I'll tell you for the last time. Don't get in my fucking business anymore."
"How would I know what you're doing if I didn't do that?" Jaden walked away "How would I know that you're not just keeping a secret from me?" he turned around. "What's the progress on the JetEire deal? The once biggest airline in the world that you want to 'make great again'?"
"I'm working on it."
"Are you negotiating with Ubershoot? Or do you want to get all the credit?" Jaden turned the tables on Andy. "We work together, we're supposed to report everything to each other. I'll be speaking to Carson if we can't cooperate."
"Yeah, sure. By the way, you're below me. So don't fucking tell me what to do." Andy continued. "You want intel? Here's a bit of information." Jaden listened. "The guy who who killed Ethan is taking a shit right now on the Bastilla. Now enjoy your deal with Carson tomorrow, I hope it was worth it" Andy turned around and started to leave.
He stopped, looked back and glared at Jaden some more. "Ethan was your friend too. You owe him payback, so do a good job."
Jaden didn't respond. Andy then walked down the jetway stairs, got into his Mustang G8 and drove to his personal hangar.
Jaden angrily watched Andy's mustang disappear behind the terminal. "Who the fuck does he think he is..? I was around before him and helped made him who he is. His planes couldn't even fly without my engines."
"Just chill bro, you got a deal to sign tomorrow" said Dylan, putting an arm on Jaden's shoulder.
"Whatever. It's not like anyone fucking talks to me anymore. One second I talk to my friend for the first time in forever, the next thing you know it's been a couple months and he's fucking dead. But yea, the engines I spent so much time building instead of talking to him are more important…" said Jaden coldly as he sat down in a random First Class seat, looked out the window and began to think to himself.
6 hours later in Los Angeles…
"And we thank you again for flying with us. We are sorry our flight is 4 hours late, but our clumsy yet lovable pilot Jared (iCoord) forgot that Los Angeles is West not East. For this inconvenience, we promise that the next time you buy a first class ticket with us, you will get a free bottle of water!" said Andrew (Phan) excitedly.
After receiving many "fuck yous", middle fingers and demands for refund which he politely replied "have a great evening sir" too, the plane was deserted except for Jaden, Jared, Dylan and Andrew (Phan). Their co-pilot needed to leave to help unload baggage since there was only one other baggage handler thanks to Carson's "budget cuts".
"Well that was fun. Let's do this again." said Jaden cheerfully
"Really?" asked Jared.
"No, that's fucking retarded. You asian fuck, can't you read the different between west and east or was it too blurred for you? Or did you not notice the sun going the OPPOSITE DIRECTION!" yelled Jaden.
"Hey, I let our co-pilot take off and trusted his judgement" said Jared defiantly.
"More like had him succ you off…" whispered Dylan
"Both of you can succ each other off in the employee lounge with our ONE BAGGAGE HANDLER, because you don't deserve the airline to pay for your hotels tonight" said Jaden still incredibly pissed off.
"Fine, I'll just sleep in Blox employee hotel. Jason is in town and actually sees me as more than just a flight attendant. You'll be sorry when you are just stuck with Andrew (Phan) flight attendants" said Dylan as he grabs his bags from the overhead compartment and storms off.
"Fine. Storm off, you'll just be back with a new hair color!" yelled Jaden up the jetway.
"Are we still succing?" asked Andrew (Phan).
"No Andrew. Just shut up and get your shit. You can still have your hotel." sighed Jaden. The stress of the upcoming biggest 24 hours of his life was killing him and he just needed to go. He was finally gonna get his recognition for his work.
"Aw, ok…" sighed Andrew (Phan)
"Faggots…" muttered Jared. He felt a buzz in his pocket and looked down at his phone to see a snapchat notification. He opened and immediately screenshotted it. He looked back and forth to notice an empty cabin. Quietly, he tiptoed into the cockpit and locks the door…
Time: 1:00am Location: Merle Norman HQ, Los Angeles,CA.
Carson stayed back to examine paperwork at his office. He got a phone call from Jenny, but lets it ring while his shook as he stared at the same piece of paper for the last three hours. He put his hands to his chin and thought to himself. He logged onto his computer and loaded her file. He got a notification saying "An anonymous hacker is trying to log on. The security system will fail in 30 seconds." In a spur of a moment, he decided to delete all confidential files and format his entire hard drive, doing everything he can to complete this task without a trace. His hand again shook in hesitation. Then, he clicked the delete button and formatted his computer.
He tried to call Andy, he didn't answer once again so Carson left a couple of text messages:
CorvetteZ51: yo Andy, there's something urgent that I need to talk to you about.
CorvetteZ51: see ya at the usual place?
Carson showed up at the rooftop, waiting for Andy. Meanwhile, Andy pulled up to the front of the building and got out of his car. It was another foggy night in LA, so he pulled his Cubs jacket closer to himself.
"God damn it, we're in California, why is it so fucking cold." Andy heard the sound of chopper blades and looked up to see pulsating beacon lights fly right over the building and headed out into the foggy night. He looked back down at the warm, welcoming interior of the Merle Norman HQ "How could anyone want fly in these conditions at this hour is beyon-" before Andy could finish.
*SLAM*
Andy felt a light shockwave hitting his face as he shielded his head and face from the noise. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT" yelled Andy, he unshuttered and looked towards the source of sound. "No…" he whispered
"WHAT WAS THAT" yelled a young security guard with a Star Trek wrist band on.
"KIRK (Fed). PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THAT'S WHO I THINK IT IS." pleaded Andy as he grabs Kirk's Arms and shakes him in desperation.
"Oh my god… I'm gonna be sick" said Kirk as he slowly backed up. He felt the world spinning and runs to the nearest trash can to hurl.
Andy fell to his knees. Tears began to roll down his cheek. He'd know that gelled up blonde haircut from anywhere, and still intact Nokia flip phone from anywhere. He recognized that it was Carson's body right beside him. Noticing his boss was unresponsive, Andy lost control. He sobbed, screamed, hit the floor. His hand was blooded but he didn't care.
"An...e.." whispered Carson, blood dripping out with every movement of his mouth.
"Holy shit! Carson!" Andy grabbed him by the coat. "Stay with me! I'll call an ambulance!"
Carson managed to be able to speak. "There's...a mole…... in AA.." Andy went into shock. "There…..are 5 others…"
"OTHERS? OTHERS WHAT? CARSON DON'T WASTE YOUR ENERGY PLEASE" begged a confused Andy, gripping onto his boss's body, begging for life to return to it, but he could slowly feel it slipping away.
"5 spies...managed by me…. They're...involved in Blox . I've deleted... their files…. Save their lives..and… Fight On." Carson shed one last tear before head fell back to a dirty box with a dull thud. His blue eyes were glassy and dim. He was dead.
"Carson.. Who are they?! CARSON!" He quickly dialled an ambulance. But he knew it was too late. He felt one last pulse on Carson's wrist then… it was gone.
Author's' notes: Oh no! Carson died. Who do you think is his killer?
Anyway, if you don't understand, it's okay. This is kind of complicated, but we still believe you are retarded. Thank you. -Brenny :3