"Steve, Oh my God. What's happening?" Amanda asked as they ran into the main corridor of the
ship, glancing around cautiously, fearing more shots.
"Come on, we have to get of this ship."
"How? We are in motion. Didn't you watch Speed 2, if we jump we get sucked into propellers. And I've
seen bodies after they have been chopped up by things like that."
"Amanda, I know we can't jump off. Yes, I watched Speed 2, and they had a small watercraft
aboard."
"Well, what Sandra Bullock failed to mention was how the hell your supposed to get from the passenger
part of the ship to where the crew works."
He gave her a fake grin. As they headed toward the steps, the sound of a door opening reached their ears.
The First Officer, whose name they still did not know, came running toward them. Following him, was one of the
terrorists, shooting wildly as he ran.
Steve grabbed Amanda's arm and nearly pushed her toward the stairs telling her to run. Her heels
clicked as they both darted up the steps avoiding bullets.
Steve looked back as the First Officer sank to the floor bleeding.
"He needs a doctor." Amanda turned, but Steve shook his head negatively and pushed her on.
They ran down a corridor once they reached the top of the stairwell.
"Where the hell are we going?" She demanded.
As they ran down the corridor, Amanda vaguely recalled they were headed in the direction of her suite.
Great! Maybe I can change clothes, she thought sarcastically.
Steve ushered her to the door, without speaking she pulled her key out of her purse and slid it into the
door.
As soon as they entered he closed the door. "Pack up anything useful. We may need to abandoned
this room anytime.
"Wonderful." She grabbed the shoulder bag, she had carried aboard the plane as a carry-on. She went
to the closet, thanking God that she was now able to change out of the red sequin evening gown. If she
was going to run from terrorist she had to be a little comfortable.
Steve was rummaging through the drawers.
"What are you looking for?"
"Any knives, hiking gear, scuba gear--anything?"
She shook her head negatively. "And I don't have my stun gun or my swiss army knife--Because, I
wasn't allowed to have them on the plane. Security reasons."
"Damn."
"Look, I'm gonna change clothes." She gestured toward the bathroom. "Okay."
"Fine with me."
Amanda grabbed a coathanger from the closet and went into the bathroom.
After shutting the door, she just looked into the mirror. She wanted to cry-but that was futile. She
grabbed white shorts that she laid on the counter and after peeling off the gown, slipped them on.
She pulled a white sleeveless sweater and quickly slipped it on. After brushing her teeth, she pulled
her hair back and applied some perfume and deodorant and exited the bathroom.
"Geez, what took so long." She looked at Steve who was lying on the bed, propped up by some
pillows.
"Like you said, it's hard to tell how long we will be here, I want to be comfortable."
She grabbed sandals from the closet.
"I wouldn't wear those. If we do a lot of walking you will need tennis shoes."
"Are you going to wear those?" She asked, gesturing toward the black wing tips he was wearing.
"No. We are going to my suite next."
She laid her shoulder bag on the bed and started getting stuff out of drawers. She emptied her
purse onto the bed. She snatched up her wallet and passport, putting them in the carry bag. She threw
her room key in, then she started getting clothing.
Quickly she threw some extra socks, a pair of shorts, and a shirt into the bag. Steve just watched her.
He apparently wasn't going to give her any privacy, but undergarments were a necessity. So she went
to the drawer and placed them in the bag. She pulled the draw-string on the bag, closing it.
"I'm ready."
"Great. Let's try to call dad's cell before we head to my room."
He picked up the phone--it was dead.
"Shit!"
ship, glancing around cautiously, fearing more shots.
"Come on, we have to get of this ship."
"How? We are in motion. Didn't you watch Speed 2, if we jump we get sucked into propellers. And I've
seen bodies after they have been chopped up by things like that."
"Amanda, I know we can't jump off. Yes, I watched Speed 2, and they had a small watercraft
aboard."
"Well, what Sandra Bullock failed to mention was how the hell your supposed to get from the passenger
part of the ship to where the crew works."
He gave her a fake grin. As they headed toward the steps, the sound of a door opening reached their ears.
The First Officer, whose name they still did not know, came running toward them. Following him, was one of the
terrorists, shooting wildly as he ran.
Steve grabbed Amanda's arm and nearly pushed her toward the stairs telling her to run. Her heels
clicked as they both darted up the steps avoiding bullets.
Steve looked back as the First Officer sank to the floor bleeding.
"He needs a doctor." Amanda turned, but Steve shook his head negatively and pushed her on.
They ran down a corridor once they reached the top of the stairwell.
"Where the hell are we going?" She demanded.
As they ran down the corridor, Amanda vaguely recalled they were headed in the direction of her suite.
Great! Maybe I can change clothes, she thought sarcastically.
Steve ushered her to the door, without speaking she pulled her key out of her purse and slid it into the
door.
As soon as they entered he closed the door. "Pack up anything useful. We may need to abandoned
this room anytime.
"Wonderful." She grabbed the shoulder bag, she had carried aboard the plane as a carry-on. She went
to the closet, thanking God that she was now able to change out of the red sequin evening gown. If she
was going to run from terrorist she had to be a little comfortable.
Steve was rummaging through the drawers.
"What are you looking for?"
"Any knives, hiking gear, scuba gear--anything?"
She shook her head negatively. "And I don't have my stun gun or my swiss army knife--Because, I
wasn't allowed to have them on the plane. Security reasons."
"Damn."
"Look, I'm gonna change clothes." She gestured toward the bathroom. "Okay."
"Fine with me."
Amanda grabbed a coathanger from the closet and went into the bathroom.
After shutting the door, she just looked into the mirror. She wanted to cry-but that was futile. She
grabbed white shorts that she laid on the counter and after peeling off the gown, slipped them on.
She pulled a white sleeveless sweater and quickly slipped it on. After brushing her teeth, she pulled
her hair back and applied some perfume and deodorant and exited the bathroom.
"Geez, what took so long." She looked at Steve who was lying on the bed, propped up by some
pillows.
"Like you said, it's hard to tell how long we will be here, I want to be comfortable."
She grabbed sandals from the closet.
"I wouldn't wear those. If we do a lot of walking you will need tennis shoes."
"Are you going to wear those?" She asked, gesturing toward the black wing tips he was wearing.
"No. We are going to my suite next."
She laid her shoulder bag on the bed and started getting stuff out of drawers. She emptied her
purse onto the bed. She snatched up her wallet and passport, putting them in the carry bag. She threw
her room key in, then she started getting clothing.
Quickly she threw some extra socks, a pair of shorts, and a shirt into the bag. Steve just watched her.
He apparently wasn't going to give her any privacy, but undergarments were a necessity. So she went
to the drawer and placed them in the bag. She pulled the draw-string on the bag, closing it.
"I'm ready."
"Great. Let's try to call dad's cell before we head to my room."
He picked up the phone--it was dead.
"Shit!"