Chapter 3: Escape from the Plane
The trio arrived at Seattle International Airport. The fake passports for Jacob and Renesmee worked like charms, and they had more than enough money to buy Seth a ticket. Only when they were boarded did Seth think to look at where they were going.
"Virginia? What's so special about there?"
"Unless you know Bella really well, nothing," Jacob grinned. "Her mom and stepdad own a lake cottage there, but they're almost always on the road for baseball season. Not even Edward knows about the place; the Volturi won't think to look for us there."
Seth shrugged and was just starting to settle into his seat when he glanced up. "Oh no. We've got company."
Jacob looked over the seats. Jane was boarding the plane… and took a seat just a few rows ahead of them. The men ducked down and whispered to each other so as not to panic Renesmee as she colored in her coloring books.
"She definitely saw us; she was staring right at me! I bet she means to cut us off as we deplane!"
"OK, here's what we're gonna do…" Jacob quickly whispered a hastily crafted plan into his friend's ear.
"Will it work?"
"Let's hope," Jacob replied grimly.
Several hours later, Jacob glanced at his watch.
"If I've timed it right, Fasten Seatbelts signs should go on in about five minutes."
Seth glanced into the aisle and grinned. "And I see our train pulling into the station." Flight attendants were coming back down the aisle one last time to serve snacks, now stopping at Jane's row.
"Time to move. Get ready, I'll wake Nessie." Jacob nudged his imprintee.
"Renesmee, don't make any noise. Here, give me the doll. We're going to the bathroom."
Taking her by the hand, they followed Seth into the aisle and worked their way towards the back of the plane – just as the food cart passed Jane's row but before it reached theirs. If Jane wanted to follow them, the cart would act as a natural barrier.
"Is she following?" Seth hissed back to Jacob. Jacob snapped his head back quickly.
"She's seen us. Trying to talk her way past the food cart."
"All right," Seth growled. "Guy in the Virginia Tech cap three rows ahead. He's looking to get up. When you intercept, hit him. Hit him hard."
Mr. Virginia Tech got up, cutting Renesmee and Jake off from Seth.
"Oh excuse me…" but that was all he could get out before Jacob spun him round, hauled and punched him for all he was worth. Virginia Tech Cap stumbled back into the food cart, which Jane almost collided into.
"That's my husband!" a woman shrieked, punching Jacob before he could turn back around. Jacob threw her into her husband.
"Get that SOB!" another man yelled. Jacob dodged someone lunging at him as he pushed Renesmee forward. Before long, the rest of the plane behind them had devolved into an all-out brawl…. with Jane caught haplessly in the middle.
In the confusion, Seth, Jacob and Renesmee reached the rear bathroom and squeezed themselves in, locking the Occupied sign in place behind them.
"That was your plan?" Jacob growled.
"It worked, didn't it?" Seth shot back. "OK, now we've gotta move fast!" The trio began to tear apart the bathroom….
The brawl had finally been put under control, and everyone was back in their seats. Jane had been injured heavily, but now notified stewardesses as the plane was beginning to land.
"Excuse me. My relatives are a few rows behind me. They seem to have not returned from the bathroom."
The stewardess kindly offered Jane to come back with her to retrieve them. The plane was just about ready to taxi. The stewardess knocked.
"Sirs? All passengers must return to their seats. We're landing." No answer.
"Let me try," Jane offered icky-poo sweetly. She rapped on the door. "Jacob? Come on, Jake, open the door." Still nothing, no matter how much she knocked.
"Stand back." Jane broke down the door in one try, and….
There was no one there. Jane stared about, wide-eyed. Then, she noticed a bunch of screws lying around. Forcing the gray plastic off from around the sink and toilet, understanding sank in. She screamed, "JACOB!"
Jacob, Renesmee and Seth had climbed down through the sewage system and accessed the landing gear below it. Just as the plane was taxing to the gate, the trio scaled down the landing gear onto the runway, racing across it before clambering over a fence and disappearing into the Virginia woods beyond.