Chapter 9
Victor stands up from the seat and starts walking towards the front of the plane. You catch up to him and stop him. "Where are you going?" You say to him. He raises his hands as an 'innocent' gesture and says, "I am gonna pilot the plane."
As you were about to protest, you can feel someone touching your shoulder, you turn to look. It was Sam. And she looked worried. "What's wrong?"
"Where's Winston!?"
You go to Nathan, and say, "How you seen an old man, formally dressed, and really polite?" He looks confused. "Umm... no. At least I don't think s-...what's that sound?" You can hear the rumbling engines of some type of heavy vehicle, like a truck, getting louder and louder.
Everyone freezes with fright, except you. You need to be calm during these situations. If you panic, you become vulnerable.
"We need to get out of here. This is a just a flying bomb if it gets shot." You say as you try to open the door. "What the... it's locked!" You hear the plane's engine starting and it starts accelerating. You go to the front of the plane, no one's there. Nathan rushes to the front of the plane, next to you, and tries to move the steering wheel, nothing happens. "Move outta the goddamn way Nate!" Victor says, pushing Nathan to the side. He sits down on the pilot seat and tries to move it, nothing happens.
"Um, Lara!" Kaz says, while looking out of the window, you come next to her and look out of the window, you can see a whole convoy, filled with soldiers and mercenaries.
Now the plane is in the air, and high up.
"Wait, the plane is going somewhere..." says Sam. She starts to search your bag, "um... can I borrow your journal-thing?" As you walk towards Sam, the plane tilts to the right suddenly and all of you hit the side hard.
Your shoulder is really aching now, and the pain is boosted by all the scars.
The plane goes back to its horizontal position. You land, hitting your head but not hard enough to get you unconscious, at least.
When you open your eyes, you see the interior of the plane, everything clustered, all the things that were in the bags spilled on the floor. Conveniently, you find your journal in front of you.
This book, is your point of reference to all the things you need to know about myths, legends and history.
"Ugh Sam? I got the journal..." you say, very weekly. Sam groans, "Ugh thanks."
