TWA 1177
Armed with Benelli M4 Super 90 shotguns, LWRC-PSD submachine guns and pistols with laser finders, Gibbs and the SWAT team stormed the plane.
Smoke grenades exploded and filled the cabin with smoke.
"SWAT! Get Down! Get down!" SWAT team yelled at the passengers.
"Tony! Ziva!" Gibbs said, spotting them. They turned around. Gibbs gave them their regulation SIGs and Kevlar armor.
The group that was going in the front came under a deluge of fire from the hijackers in the cockpit, who shot at everyone who entered. Extremely murderous fire. They wasn't a moment's doubt about the nature of the gunfire. Everyone was shooting to kill.
Six of the eight front SWAT group were shot down quickly, which caused the surviving two to retreat to the larger groups.
"HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! DON'T MOVE! HIDE! GET DOWN AS LOW AS YOU CAN!" Gibbs and the SWAT team yelled. "GO, GO, GO, GO!"
Hundreds of bullets were whistling through the cabin. Grenades were exploding. Their was smoke and confusion everywhere.
Tony ran to the cockpit with Ziva screaming at him to slow down.
"TONY! STOP! YOU'RE GONNA GET KILLED!"
Tony ignored her and put his back to the wall that separated the cockpit door from the gally. Frequently, Mohamed would poke his Kalashnikov and fire. Several SWAT were wounded.
Eventually, a smoke grenade was tossed near the cockpit. After smoke filled the cabin, Tony used the cover to approach the cockpit. As he entered, Ramzi turned to face him. Before Ramzi could react, Tony shot him between the eyes. Muhmud fired some shots at him. Tony quickly shot him in the stomach. Muhmud wasn't dead but he went down.
Kneeling down beside Tony, Mohamed raised his Kalashnikov and fired in short bursts. Tony could hardly react as 7.62x39 mm bullets slammed into his arms and the sides of his kevlar armor. Tony's squeezed the trigger one more time, but the bullet simply shot through the windshield.
Recovering from the shock of seeing his friends being gunned down, Ahmed raised a Glock pistol at Tony.
"Allahu Akbar!" Achmed screamed. The gun shot blared Tony's ears as the slug slammed into his shoulder. His head slung backwards as he fell on his back outside the cockpit.
"Allahu Akbar!" Achmed screamed again. Mohamed poked his Kalashnikov around and fired at the SWAT men. He hit two SWAT in the legs. Achmed fired through the wall. "Shoot them!"
Achmed looked down to see Muhmud feeling his chest, looking at the blood on his fingers. Achmed returned his attention to the Americans, firing again. "Allahu Akbar!"
SWAT team continued sweeping from the back to the front.
"Nobody move! Hands! Don't move!"
"Hands over your head! Lemme see those hands!"
"Nobody move!"
Achmed fired his gun till it clicked empty. Muhmud raised his arm up to hand Achmed his Uzi.
"Thank you, comrade," Achmed said as he accepted the gun. He fired through the wall again. "Strike the cowards! Insha'Allah and only Allah!"
The Captain was in a very bad spot, so he tried to make himself as small as possible. You stop breathing, and you imagine that you're hard enough to stop the bullets.
Tony, lying bleeding on the floor outside the cockpit door, finally came to. He could hear gunshots, though it was muffled. He could see the lights and ceiling of the airplane. He twitched his blood covered fingers. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"Show me your hands!"
"Nobody move!" one SWAT said with an Irish accent.
Three SWAT approached the cockpit with a LWRC-PSDs. Mohamed poked his out around the door, spotting them. He aimed his Kalashnikov at them and fired. All the shots missed. They fired back.
Mohamed turned to Achmed, pointing to a certain part of the wall next to him. "Abdul, shoot over here! Shoot here!"
Abdul did as suggested, again screaming, "ALLAHU AKBAR!"
The three SWAT took cover as bullets went through the cockpit wall and nearly took their heads off. Limping on bleeding legs, one of the SWAT went to the back.
Mohamed fired a few shots till his Kalashnikov clicked. Meanwhile, Gibbs, Ziva and some SWAT took positions in the cabin.
"Allah is the one true God!" Ahmed screamed as Mohamed put another clip in his Kalashnikov. "Shoot them! Keep shooting!"
Mohamed cock his Kalashnikov, then put a finger to his lips. "Hold on." Mohamed poked his head beside the cockpit door, seeing that the SWAT team had begun evacuating passengers from the plane. He fired at Gibbs and Ziva, who returned fire.
"Where's Tony?" Ziva asked.
"I thought he was with you!" Gibbs replied.
"He ran up ahead like he was Rambo," Ziva groaned.
Suddenly, Gibbs could see Tony lying on the floor. His heart sank as he saw that Tony was covered in blood. But he was relieved to see Tony move his head.
Two SWAT came over Tony, who came to again. Suddenly, the SWAT came under fire, getting hit in the arms. Suddenly, a bullet struck Tony's right ear. He wanted to scream, but he didn't strength. A SWAT, injured in the leg, looked down at Tony. He didn't want to leave the NCIS agent, but the barrage of bullets gave him no choice.
Seeing how vulnerable Tony was, Gibbs took position to provide cover fire. Mohamed poked his head, Gibbs fired a shot.
Tony opened his blood covered eyes. As the gun battle continued, his hands started to shake. Is this it? he thought. Am I about to see Jesus at the Pearly Gates? Wait, is it Jesus that sees ya at the Pearly Gates, or is Saint Peter? God, please help me. I'm not ready to die.
Suddenly, Muhmud leaned forward to take Ramzi's Uzi. By doing so, he came into Gibbs's line of fire. One shot in the chest from Gibbs killed him. Achmed fired again through the wall.
"You are all enemies of Allah!" Achmed screamed.
The snipers on the terminal, armed with Remington 700 sniper rifles with scopes, could see the hijackers in the cockpit, but frustratingly couldn't get a clear shot. The co-pilot was blocking the view. But that problem was about to be solved.
The co-pilot slowly opened the window. When it was fully opened, he attempted to pull himself out the window, but stopped as Mohamed aimed his Kalashnikov gun at him. Deciding not to focus his attention on him, Mohamed returned his attention to the door, which was riddled with bullet holes. The co-pilot jumped out of the window and landed on the tarmac with only a sprained ankle. He managed to stagger away to safety.
Mohamed pointed his gun at the Captain, who stared in horror at the muzzle of the gun. At that monent, Achmed pushed the Kalashnikov away. "No! Don't shoot him! Go in the corner. Hide over there!"
Mohamed leaned to the side, as Achmed fired through the wall again.
"Move!" Gibbs yelled. "Go, go, go!"
At the rear of the plane, the SWAT team was evacuating passengers through a hail of gunfire. The emergency slides inflated and every passenger got the hell out of the plane.
"Stay down!" Go!"
Mohamed fired his Kalashnikov again. Gibbs and Ziva returned fire. Gibbs's SIG clicked empty. He tossed it and pulled out another gun. Having noticed that Gibbs's clicking, Mohamed fired again. A few shots hit Gibbs in the Kevlar armor, but he wasn't hurt. He fired. Ziva also fired.
"Let's go!" the SWAT yelled. "Move it! Move it! Come on, people! Let's go!"
"Allah is the one true God!" Achmed yelled as he fired again through the wall.
"Heads down! Heads down!"
"Allah is the one true God!"
Gibbs picked up his radio, contacting the snipers. "You have to aim for the cockpit. Right window."
"Target, three seconds!" a sniper replied.
COCKPIT
Achmed's Uzi finally clicked empty. He tossed it in anger.
"Uggh! Kill them-"
Suddenly, a bullet ripped through his chest.
Now, only one terrorist was still alive, Mohamed, but he was going down fighting.
"Abdul! On your feet!" he yelled. "Abdul! Abdul!"
Only then did he realized that his boss was dead. Mohamed looked at his dead comrades and shook his gun with a grunt.
There was only the flight engineer and the captain left in the cockpit. They looked at each other. And there was just this one hijacker. He looked at them, one after the other. His three comrades were here, dead. Out of spite, he could've killed both of them, but he didn't. What more can you say?
After 54 hours, there was mutual recognition and respect between the hijackers and the hostages. Bonds were created in this drama. These bonds were activated and contributed to saving the lives of some members of the crew.
CABIN
"Agent Gibbs, evacuation complete!" a SWAT man said.
"Good job!" Gibbs said over the gunfire. "Move, move! Let's go! Go to the front!"
They all got up and at a cautious pace, approached the cockpit.
Achmed gripped his Kalashnikov firmly as he prepared for the final confrontion. He pointed a finger to the sky as he made a final prayer. After he was done, he pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it into the cabin.
Tony became aware that something had hit him in the arm. His eyes widened as he looked at the round green object next to him.
"Greande!" someone yelled as the SWAT took cover.
Using all the strength he could muster, possibly with some divine assistance, Tony turned onto his side as the grenade exploded. Shrapnel ripped into his back. Fortunately, he was wearing Kevlar so all it did was hurt like hell.
The area in front of the cockpit filled with smoke, some of it coming out the door.
The SWAT lifted the glass shields from their helmets as they coughed their lungs out. The smoke was hell on their lungs.
"We need to take him out!" Gibbs yelled. He pointed to two SWAT men. "You and you, follow me."
The two SWAT men put their shields back down and followed Gibbs.
Mohamed fired at them.
Ziva turned Tony over and dragged him toward the back. Tony came to again. He realized that he was moving, but it was not him that was doing it. He looked up to see someone dragging him. He couldn't see the person's face because the airplane lights turned the person into a silhouette. But he recognized the shape of his rescuer.
"Ziva," he whispered.
"That's right, Tony," she said. "It's me."
She pulled away behind a wall in the back.
Gibbs fired to shots just as Mohamed attempted to fire at him. Suddenly, Mohamed threw something. It was a stick of dynamite. The fuse was lit.
"Grenade!" Gibbs screamed. He and the other SWAT ran for cover as the dynamite blew up. Smoke filled the airplane. The smoke was thicker than the smoke from the previous grenade. This enabled Mohamed to actually leave the cockpit and enter the cabin.
OUTSIDE
A SWAT team squad was going up the stairs, guns raised. The forwardmost man raised his pistol and fired as Mohamed appeared at the smoke covered door. Mohamed returned the fire.
A bullet struck the SWAT man's gun. Somehow the shot detonated the pistol's catridges. The explosion destroyed the pistol and sent the man backwards, slamming into his comrades.
INSIDE
As Mohamed turned back to people in the cabin, his body was repeatedly struck by bullets. He shook and spasmed as they continuely shot him. His Kalashnikov fired a shot in the air as he fell to the ground.
The smoke cleared as Gibbs approached Mohamed's body. Only 50 Cent could've survived that barrage of bullets, but not this man.
"All clear!" Gibbs yelled as he picked up the AK-47.
Ziva back ran to Tony and put his head on her lap. "Tony? Medic! Tony? Are you okay? Can you hear me? Speak to me!" she patted his cheek in attempt to help him regain consciousness.
"Yeah...yeah..." Tony replied groggily. He attempted to sit up.
"Easy, easy, easy, easy," Ziva said, noticing the sharp metal object poking out the side of Tony's neck.
"I've had better shoot-outs," Tony chuckled though his pain, and the metal object in his neck. "I got somethin' in my neck."
"Let me try to pull this out for ya." Ziva leaned in to try to pull the metal from Tony's neck.
"Where's Gibbs?" Tony asked.
"He's fine, he's right over there."
Tony winced, gritting his teeth hard as Ziva tried to pull the metal object from his neck. When the piece of metal was finally out, a medic immediately wrapped the wound with bandage.
A few minutes later, as medics were taking care of the injured and the dead. Ziva was stroking Tony's hair as he blinked in an attempt to figure out what had happened.
"You did good, DiNozzo," Gibbs said. "You did good."
TBC. Please review. Appreciate it.
