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John moved quietly and without making any sound. His attack was sudden for his victims, too sudden for them to react in time. Within seconds, he had taken down three of them. But the fourth managed to shoot in his direction, while he was busy taking down the other three.
The bullet missed him, at that moment it looked as if it would hit plane and destroy some important instruments, however the remaining pilot bravely took the bullet with his arm.
Quick, to not give the Iraqi any more time to damage anything, he hit the fourth man on the head- hard, so he fell to the floor unconscious. John then moved to help the injured pilot.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, thanks for stopping them. I've got a wife and a kid at home, and I'm sure I'd never see them again if it wasn't for you." he pointed at his injured arm. "It would have been bad if the bullet had hit the instruments, and I knew that you're a doctor, I saw you tending to the others wounds. Now I will come home as a hero and the airline will give me some time for my family, too."
John looked at the wound." It isn't all too bad, in a few weeks; it should be healed up just fine." He told the pilot.
The stewardess, who had asked after the doctors first, brought Mich in at just that moment.
"Mich, come help me here for a moment. You just have to stop the bleeding. I have to tie these guys up. Do you want some painkillers?" he asked the pilot "will you be able to fly the plane?"
The man nodded. "Yeah, some painkillers would be nice. Just nothing too strong, as I have to fly the plane, as you pointed out. The landing might get difficult, though."
"Don't worry about that, I wouldn't want that, either."
After tying up the Iraqis he told a stewardess to tell the other passengers that they were save again.
Once that was done he went and he had fetched the painkillers, he went to the speaker and turned it on once again.
"This is flight 3-5-2-9, situation under control, I repeat, this is flight 3-5-2-9, the situation is under control. Devil to Mars, Devil to Mars, Flower girl, are you there?" John used the code tom invented for this purpose, to show that everything was all right.
"Mars to Devil, this is flower girl. we hear you loud and clear. How is the situation?"
"Both of the pilots, one stewardess and a civilian are injured, but one of the pilots is confident he can fly the bird until the landing at least. If nothing goes, I will take over. The other three are conscious and stable as well, the pilot is around 55 and has been shot into the right side two times, while the female is around 23 and has been shot into the left side once. Please prepare medical support. The four Iraqis are tied up and alive. Please prepare someone to take give them a warm welcome."
"Of course, Devil, until later."
"Yeah, until later." John muttered quiet to no one in particular as the speaker turned off again.