Procrastination is that act of protecting yourself from disappointments envisioned by yourself. You may be afraid that the story you write will not match the one in your head but the only way to overcome that is to write what you can. It is easy to edit a badly written draft, but impossible to edit a blank page.

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During the flight to New York, the trio sat and brainstormed for what felt like hours on how they were going to get out of the country without passports and without being caught. None of them had a clue other than hiding in the luggage hold and using Danny's ghost powers to sneak them food. It wasn't a good plan by far. They didn't know how they would be safe turning the take off and landing, where to sit or even if there would be enough room for them.

They still had no better options when they landed for their transfer flight in John F. Kennedy national. It didn't help much that their plane arrived late and now the trio were booking it across lanes of traffic just to arrive in the new terminal at the other side of the airport. They had only just managed to arrive when the doors announced the final loading and there was no longer any time to think of anything better. Danny grabbed onto Sam and Tucker and flew them through the doors and up into the underbelly on the plane as quickly as possible. He was panting hard by the time they squished themselves in between the luggage racks. They made it! The only thing left was to wait for take off and they would be on their way to London and one step closer to saving their families and their hometown. So they waited. And waited, and waited some more.

"Oh come on!" Sam whisper-screamed, too scared to be any louder for fear of being discovered. "I know planes have delays but we have been sitting here for twenty minutes, the doors were closed! We should have been on the tarmac by now."

"Just chill out Sam. They are probably still going over the safety features, you know 'in the event of a crash...' type thing." Tuck finished he was also bored but it really didn't matter to him because until the plane started moving he could play Doomed on his new PDA. Or at least he could before he got a notification from the news in his area.

"Uh, guys? You might want to see this."

Danny and Sam leaned over and read the alert, eyes widening in surprise as they finally figured out what the delay was.

LIVE: Terrorists threaten to Bomb the John F. Kennedy National Airport.

Local news stations were given a letter earlier this afternoon with a warning from a infamous terrorist group stating that unless demands were met they would be blowing up the memorial airport. Including the thousands of passages trapped inside. We are awaiting further details as the story develops.

"What should we do?" Tuck asked as the information finally seeped into his brain.

"What do you mean 'what should we do'? We have to stop them!" Sam hissed

"And how would we do that? The terrorists probably have everything shut down now and they must have enough people and guns to keep thousands of people captive!"

"But we have to help them, right Danny?" Sam said finally turning to the spot where Danny was sitting previously. Only to find that at some point in hers and Tucker's argument he had disappeared.

"Dang it! He's already gone!"


As soon as Danny had finished reading the alert he had sank out from beneath the underbelly of the plane and started to float invisiably towards the main section of the airport. That was until he passed by one of the windows in his plane and saw everyone inside huddled down as far as they could go and avoiding eye-contact from the man with a gun held to the head of a female flight attendant.

So that was how the terrorists were doing things, even if the ones in the main building were captured the ones on individual planes would have more than enough hostages to get their allies back and whatever they wanted as their ransom. As silently as a ghost... actually he was quieter than almost all the ghosts he dealt with, Danny slipped in the plane and behind the man with the gun. He nearly attacked when two things happened. The first was a thought that ran through his head 'what happened to the pilots? And where they part of this group?' And the second was the radio and the gunman's hip going off and asking for an update.

"Hey London 327, how are things going on your end?" A rough gravely voice sounded, to Danny he sounded like he had been smoking since the age of 5 to get that rough sound.

The man with the gun motioned for his captive flight attendant to grab the radio and hold it up to his face. She did so with trembling hands and the gunman smirked cruelly back at her, ever so slightly pressing the gun closer to her temple.

"Hey control!" The man said happily, he seemed to almost light up when talking over the radio. "Everythin's fine here man, no one is giving me a lick O' trouble since I pulled out my trusty gun. Hell even bagman ain't had a scuffle since the pilots. Ow's everythin' on your end?" The man's painfully fake British accent did not phase whoever control was at all because all that was said back was: "You missed your check-in time! Do not let it happen again, if I don't hear from you again in exactly one hour, you are going to be joining the farewell party when we leave."

Gunman paled rather quickly and gave a mock salute while saying "of course, control. Won't happen again." Then all was quiet again. Danny honestly had no idea where to go from there but gunman had no such qualms, he shoved the flight attendant to the ground and ordered her to either sit down or quiet the children who were starting to raise a fit, whose parents where trying to quietly settle them down before gunman brought his attention to them.

"Oi, bagman! How much longer?" Gunman shouted while banging on the floor. And to Danny's horror a smooth voice answered back with a light chuckle and the worst message Danny could ever think of.

"Keep your head on Bruce, I just need to check the luggage and then we can radio the others to bring these guys inside."


Sam and Tuck were still sitting together in the luggage compartment when they hear a loud noise that sounded like a compartment opening. Accompanied by a smooth voice saying: ""Keep your head on Bruce, I just need to check the luggage and then we can radio the others to bring these guys inside."

They looked to each other before letting their ghost hunting skills kick in. They had to stay out of sight while Danny dealt with whoever was upstairs and then they could deal with this guy. Small and silent, he wouldn't expect a person down here so they would be okay until Danny would get to them.

To make it even easier to become as invisible as possible they split up and hid in small easily overlooked spaces and waited.


Danny knew he had to help his friends but the only way to do that would be to make sure there were only two of the terrorists onboard. Danny did a quick scan over the passengers and noted two others who looked suspiciously calm for being held at gun point and then he slipped into the cockpit, nearly wishing he hadn't when he saw the captain dead. Bullet through the head, the co-pilot was in better shape though not by much. To Danny it looked like he had broken hands, each finger bent the wrong way, severe dislocation of his knee and both shoulders, heavy bruising all over his torso and face, and if Danny had to guess more than 2 broken ribs. The co-pilot was breathing heavily, he seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness. Danny would need to solve this quickly and get the man some medical help.

He quickly slipped behind the co-pilot and used his ice powers to cool some of the worst spots while the man finally lost the battle and fell unconscious.

When Danny was satisfied that the man would be okay for now he slipped back out into the belly of the plane and faded back into the visual spectrum. Right in front of Gunman Bruce.

"Boo."


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