~(Pauls' POV)~

I sat behind the metal desk, the smell of this place as revolting as the first day I arrived. But the burning anger and the calm insanity I obtained from many years overpowered any stench, any broken English, any small hindering in the plans. I had spent almost a year on this project and nothing would stop me this time. Not even that damn R.R.A., not if I could help it.

Agent De Silva hung in a room not far away, even from here I could hear his singing. Something he'd grown fond of doing to amuse the guards and annoy me. No matter what I did he never gave the passcode, not even in his sleep. Starving, beating, bribing, none of it had really helped. I would need something drastic. A family member from Spain? That would cost a lot, and a lot wasn't really what I had. I refused to belly scrape much longer and owe people. It was low and dirty and after being so powerful once this seemed humiliating.

My largest plan, hijacking a plane, was my largest risk to this plot. With hostages I would be able to convince the passcode from De Silva and stall the R.R.A. long enough to get through and sell the information. It was a brilliant move, but equally dangerous. The thought of it working stirred my blood and made me grin. Soon they would feel the collapse I felt, the humility I dealt with everyday. My phone beeped, Julo updating me.

Plane under our control, converting coordinates. ETA 3 hours.

Good, it was coming together.

"Load the guns, and prepare the room. I've got a hostage to talk to," I smirked, standing. They nodded and fumbled out, and I sighed in easing frustration.

His singing stopped as my footsteps neared,

"Bravo, you should have been a professional," I clapped sarcastically.

"Someone is in a good mood," He narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, I'm only taking down my greatest enemy, rebuilding my empire and all in a matter of hours. This, is the day I've been waiting for," I took a deep breath, relishing in my words.

"Oh? What makes you so sure?" He asked slowly, scrutinizing me.

"Plane number 459B, headed to Sao Paulo will be making a pit stop, here. On it are 29 passengers but I'm sure by the time I am finished there will be...0," I smiled, leaning back against the wall, "Perhaps one by one I will guide them in here like little lambs and one by one I'll end them. Right in front of you."

"You've hijacked an American plane?" He asked, shocked.

"Indeed. But I'm sure you know the one way to save their lives. 29 lives, for the 12 character code. I know it's there somewhere in your head, all you have to do is tell me and I can have the plane released right now. They'll land in Sao Paulo and you can return to Suze," I offered, gesturing with my hand.

"What about you're men on the plane?" He asked slowly, weighing everything heavily.

"They are disposable pawns, nothing that could harm me," I shrugged honestly, he could tell.

"I...have a duty to my country," He murmured, looking down.

"You come from Spain, not America," I pointed out.

"America is my home too. I have sworn loyalty to my job, to my team. Their safety relies on my silence," He shook his head.

"What about the loyalty as a husband? Can you look at Suze knowing you sacrificed innocent American lives just to keep your job? What about your life? Don't you know how bad it will hurt her when she kills her first love for killing her truest?" I grinned maliciously at him.

"Susannah is strong, and if I die she'll be with me many years from now," He murmured slowly, the pain in his voice evident.

"You're willing to give up your life, your wife, even others lives just to save a country that isn't even your own," I stared at him, my turn to be shocked.

He bowed his head, unable to explain the emotions flickering across his face. The loyalty to his country conflicted his personal loyalty to protecting innocent people. He was hoping he would die before helping his country fall. America gave him a second chance and a loving wife. He couldn't utter the 12 characters even if he wanted to.

"We'll see if your bravery lasts when you see and hear the life of a person drain before your very eyes. Don't worry, we'll have someone clean up the mess...eventually," I tried to compose myself before leaving.

He refused to reply so I took my leave, texting Julo for more information. When he didn't answer within five minutes I called, he picked up after two rings.

"Boss?" He asked.

"No, the Pope. Yes you fool, what's going on?" I snipped, sighing.

"Nothing much to report sir," He said in low Spanish, "They are sitting quietly like church mice."

"Call me if anything happens," I rolled my eyes.

"Sir...," Julo cleared his throat, "Rollo says, airport people are trying to contact the pilots. They know about us already."

"What?" I snapped, stopping short, "How? Did you collect cellphones?"

"Well...not exactly," He fumbled.

"Either you did or you didn't! You fool! Nevermind, that can't be changed now. Don't talk to them about anything except you won't negotiate at this moment in time and they would be wise to not attempt anything," I growled, the frustration seeping back.

"Yes sir," Julo murmured, "We're very sorry,"

"You will be," I promised, snapping the phone shut.

Walking back to the main room I glanced at the computer screen. Pacing in the room all I wanted was my old work-out room to relieve my stress.

"Susannah," Jesse's melodic voice traveled through, "I'm coming home to you...My dear and my love, my heart and my soul, yes dearest, oh yes dearest I'm coming home......."

I sat down with my head bowed, the plan running through my head, again and again. It was my only distraction, my now obsession.

"In the evenings that I saw your face, and tonight, there is not a trace. Of the love that once glowed from you, oh Susannah I'm coming home to you, yes only to you......" Jesse's voice broke, but he hummed the remaining bars.

"Shut him up," I growled to Jules who had been sitting quietly in a corner.

He nodded and got up, wordlessly carrying out his tasks. Half an hour later he returned with blood stained hands and the same hollow look on his face.

"Are the guards tending him?" I asked, he nodded which was all the answer I needed.

Ok, so I know this is a short chapter but it's hard to write this one without the plane arriving and I wanted to add something from Suze's POV before hand..or maybe during I haven't decided yet. Thanks to dori-tori, your so awesome! Thanks for all the awesome reviews and for reading both of my stories. I hope to branch out more once I get more time on my hands. Classes are crazy and my family even more. Love everyone! ^-^

p.s. sorry for taking forever to put up these chapters. Hope you liked!