Victor Newport had headed for the cockpit. He didn't have to tell people to sit down much. Only a few had gotten up. Like that stupid teacher who had been staring at him for the last five minutes before the take over.
But a 9mm was threatening enough. He thought the panicked faces of the women in the back were a bit much. It's not like they killed anyone.
When he reached the cockpit, he'd found that his companions, two in which who were capible of flying a huge flighter like this had taken over the controls after getting the orignal pilots out of there. He came to them and spoke.
"We have control of the plane now, everything is good?"
"Yes Dr. Newport, we killed the radio, we shouldn't have any attention once we're pasted San Jose."
Newport nodded. "Good. Speed us up as much as you can, I want to be at the island before it's too dark."
He was right. It was nearly 6:20 pm. and the sun began to cast shadows on the shoreside jungles of Costa Rica. They had made it over the land, making a different route over Matina to the mountain range of Cordillera De Talamanca. Lucky the weather was clear this early evening. With the route being only nearly 75 miles, the plane was over the narrow country in almost an hour, taking them into the pacific.
"We're making excellent timing", said the large and black man, John Mansfield. Newport nodded, staring out the window at the mighty pacific ocean, darkening with every less minute of sunlight. He and Masfield left the cockpit to the coach passenger seats. Everyone was still pretty upset. Many people were ridden with fearful faces and others had tears coming from their eyes.
Pathetic. He tucked his 9mm into his belt and began to speak. "Alright people listen up. As you all know we've tooken over this plane for our own reasons. I was glad to see no one had to be harmed in the process. I would like that to remain the case, so I need your cooperation."
Many of the passengers, most of them highschool kids looked as if they were listening. Good.
"Good, thankyou."
He turned to leave back to the cockpit when some one spoke. "Where are you flying this plane?"
He turned again to see the male teacher he had delt with before. The man looked some what older than Newport, but only by a few years. His hair was medium length for a man at his age and had a few strands of grey. He was a man in shape as well, looking to have good sized arms and chest.
He was annoying though and Newport didn't have much patience for annoying people. "That is not your concern."
"My life and the lives of the students with me are my concern", the man said. "Everyone has a right to know where your flying this plane."
"Your lives are in my hands now, so I wouldn't say that is all too true. I don't want anyone getting hurt, but if somone tries to be a hero, I'll have no problem shooting them, do you got that?"
The teacher didn't answer, but glared at Newport. Keep eyeballing me Hero, and I'll shoot your eyes out.
Again he turned to depart to the cockpit. But he was interupted again.
"You really think you'll get away with this?" the man shouted, rising to his feet. Newport drew his pistol and aimed it at the teacher.
"Sit the hell down or I'll pop one in your face!"
The female teacher sitting infront of the man was trying to get him to sit down, but he wasn't listening.
"Go to hell asshole!"
Even some of the students shouted at the man to sit down.
"Mr. Burton, please just sit down!"
"Mr. Burton, please!"
So the man's name was Burton. Newport kept his pistol aimed at Burton and continued to shout. "Sit down or I'm going to fucking shoot you!"
Suddenly the man fell to his knees and onto his face. Behind him, one of Newport's companions had smacked the back of Burton's head with the butt of their hand gun.
Newport relaxed and lowered his pistol. The female teacher got up and Newport allowed for her to get Burton into a seat.
The moron. I could have shot him right in the head.
He tucked his pistol back into his belt and pushed his black hair back like an italian. "Anyone else want to be a hero?"
Everyone remained frightened and did not speak out.
"I didn't think so."
He turned back around and returned to the cockpit. They would be landing in half an hour.
