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Notes: I'm really struggling for time with this so bear with me. I'm just making this up as I go along so if laws and stuff are wrong so be it. It's all right in my head. LOL. Please read and review. I also know nothing about landing a plane so if thats wrong oh well.
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Chapter 8 Will It Never End?
Seajae Marie McBride Boscorelli never once in her life felt as hopeless as she did at the moment the two men pulled those guns out and took over the plane. She was helpless and defencless. She had no weapons, no plan. Just her husband and the life of a child who she'd grown to care about in the past week.
Bosco watched his wife watch the two men. He knew she was looking for thier weakness. Somehow they needed to find it before the men decided that they wern't going to make it to the ground as safe and sound as they thought. Bosco knew the no terrorist policey like the back of his hand and so did Seajae. They were going to be shot down at the first sign of a hijacking.
The men talked to each other in Spanish. Seajae looked at Bosco as she listened to what the men said. As soon as one went to the front of the cabin she started to get up. Bosco pulled her back down into her seat.
"Seajae it's not worth getting killed over."
"Either way we die Bosco. If they say the planes been taken over were going to be shot out of the sky no matter what."
"Maybe...."
"This plane veres of corse one mile Bosco were all going to die anyway. These guys want money for us. They arn't going to get it and they should know. Whoever helped them smuggle those guns abord never told them that the military would shoot us down if the plane was hijacked." One of the men looked at Seajae.
"You have something to say?" He came up to her.
"You'll kill us all. The government has a no tollerance for hijacking. Since 9/11 they shoot down any plane taken over by unknown terrorists."
"So you think they won't want to save some of the US's top scientist?" The man pointed to first class. "There's six of MIT's top ten there in first class."
"I don't care if Albert Einstine is in the cock pit. It won't stop them from shooting us down."
"How do you know?"
"Because I helped write the draft of the bill congress signed giving the government the no hijacking tollernce. They would risk loosing eighty of us then take a chace of loosing thousands." The man looked at his partner. They exchanged words in Spanish. He turned back to Seajae.
"You work for the government?"
"I used to."
"They will listen to you?"
"No. They will listen to no one on this matter." The man swung his gun to hit her across the face. Seajae ducked and leaned her shoulder into the man and plowed him over. Up front a brave soul took his partner off gaurd. He managed to over come the gun man but not before a spray of bullets ripped though the cock pit.
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When the smoke cleared the gun men were secured to seats in the front of the plane. Thier guns safely in the hands of the Boscorelli's. Seajae and Bosco opened the cock pit door and their biggest fear lay in front of them. Both pilots were dead. The auto pilot was still on.
"Let's hope there's one person on this plane with a pilots license."
"They guys from MIT should be smart enought to land this thing right?" They looked at each other.
"Bosco, were in over our heads with this one."
"You think?" He turned and took the mike from next to the cock pit door. "You want to break they bad news or should I?"
"Neither. Shut the door and help me move these guys."
"What?"
"Bosco someone needs to land this plane."
"Then lets find someone who knows how." He handed her the mike. She took it.
"Ladies and gentalmen we seem to have lost our pilots in our little mishap with our hijckers. If there is anyone who has any flight experiernce at all please come forward." She saw the look of panic in the passangers eyes. "Please remain calm. We will get though this but we need everyone to stay calm." Seajae looked at Bosco. "It's just you and me kid." She hung up the mike and went into the cock pit. Her husband followed.
"Okay, now what do we do?"
"We radio Kennedy and have them help us land this baby."
"Seajae, this is a seven forty friggen seven. Not some crop duster prop plane you take for a spin arond the empty Texas sky. Were headed to they busiest air space in the world."
"Then I better get them on the radio really fast then." She grabbed the head phones off one of the dead pilots. "Mayday, Mayday. This is flilght six nineteen out of O'Hare. We've lost our pilots. I repeat we've lost our pilots."
"Who is this?"
"Detective Sgt, Seajae Boscorelli, NYPD."
"How did you loose your pilots?"
"Hijack attempt." Seajae looked at her husband. "Hijackers are no longer a threat."
"How do we know this."
"Listen to me damn it. I've had a real bad couple of hours and I'm not in a good mood and I am not going to die on this air plane. Now if you can't help me land this thing find me someone who can."
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News crews got a hold of the story in record time. Faith sat at her kitchen table with a cup of cofee feeding the twins breakfeast just as the news flash came on. She grabbed the paper the held the flight number and time her freinds were arriving back from Chicago. Calab finnished tying his tie as he came into the kitchen and caught the tail end of the news.
"What flight....." Faith handed the paper to her husband without saying a word. "Holy mother of God. What more can happen to those two?"
"Somebody better get next door before Angela freaks."
"I'll go. You head over when you get the kids fed." He kissed his wife and headed next door hoping Angela Boscorelli decided not to turn on the television this morning.
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"Detective?" A man came on the head set.
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever flown a plane before?"
"Crop dusters and props. Nothing this big."
"Okay so then you know the basics?"
"Give or take a few tons." Seajae looked at Bosco. She turned off the mic. "We can do this."
"I got all the faith in the world in you baby." Bosco sat next to his wife and prayed.
"Okay Kennedy lay it on me and lets land this baby."
"Detective..."
"Hey, call me Seajae. By the time this is over we should be on a first name basis right." The man laughed.
"Right. Okay Seajae it's time to turn off the auto pilot."
"Do we have to?"
"IF you want to land, yes." Seajae reached over and turned off the auto pilot.
"Okay."
"Okay check your speed and altitude."
"A hundred and twenty knots at sixteen thousand feet."
"Good. Now your air space is cleared so the biggest worry is buildings. But the course your on heads you right around the city so that souldn't be a problem." Seajae took a deep breath. "Ease the throtol down and start your decent. It's the same drill as a prop minus the foot peddles."
"Okay. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can." Bosco looked at his wife.
"The Little Engine That Could?"
"Got a better idea. Should I recite a little Shakspear?"
"How about the seven forty seven's operating maual?"
"That's one book I didn't memorize."
"I love you Seajae." She looked at Bosco.
"I love you too."
"Seajea you still there?" The man came over the head phones.
"Yeah. By the way, whats your name."
"Doug."
"Hey Doug."
"Hey Seajae. Now how are you doing?"
"Good." Seajae looked at Bosco. "You better go back by Susie. Cain is still back there."
"Jesus I forgot about him." Bosco bolted from his seat and headed back to check on Susie.
"Okay Doug, lets get this puppy landed. Oh by the way along with the hijackers we have a murder suspect aboard by the name of Donavan Craine."
"Your up to your eyeballs in troble there Seajae."
"Welcome to my world man, welcome to my world."
Notes: I'm really struggling for time with this so bear with me. I'm just making this up as I go along so if laws and stuff are wrong so be it. It's all right in my head. LOL. Please read and review. I also know nothing about landing a plane so if thats wrong oh well.
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Chapter 8 Will It Never End?
Seajae Marie McBride Boscorelli never once in her life felt as hopeless as she did at the moment the two men pulled those guns out and took over the plane. She was helpless and defencless. She had no weapons, no plan. Just her husband and the life of a child who she'd grown to care about in the past week.
Bosco watched his wife watch the two men. He knew she was looking for thier weakness. Somehow they needed to find it before the men decided that they wern't going to make it to the ground as safe and sound as they thought. Bosco knew the no terrorist policey like the back of his hand and so did Seajae. They were going to be shot down at the first sign of a hijacking.
The men talked to each other in Spanish. Seajae looked at Bosco as she listened to what the men said. As soon as one went to the front of the cabin she started to get up. Bosco pulled her back down into her seat.
"Seajae it's not worth getting killed over."
"Either way we die Bosco. If they say the planes been taken over were going to be shot out of the sky no matter what."
"Maybe...."
"This plane veres of corse one mile Bosco were all going to die anyway. These guys want money for us. They arn't going to get it and they should know. Whoever helped them smuggle those guns abord never told them that the military would shoot us down if the plane was hijacked." One of the men looked at Seajae.
"You have something to say?" He came up to her.
"You'll kill us all. The government has a no tollerance for hijacking. Since 9/11 they shoot down any plane taken over by unknown terrorists."
"So you think they won't want to save some of the US's top scientist?" The man pointed to first class. "There's six of MIT's top ten there in first class."
"I don't care if Albert Einstine is in the cock pit. It won't stop them from shooting us down."
"How do you know?"
"Because I helped write the draft of the bill congress signed giving the government the no hijacking tollernce. They would risk loosing eighty of us then take a chace of loosing thousands." The man looked at his partner. They exchanged words in Spanish. He turned back to Seajae.
"You work for the government?"
"I used to."
"They will listen to you?"
"No. They will listen to no one on this matter." The man swung his gun to hit her across the face. Seajae ducked and leaned her shoulder into the man and plowed him over. Up front a brave soul took his partner off gaurd. He managed to over come the gun man but not before a spray of bullets ripped though the cock pit.
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When the smoke cleared the gun men were secured to seats in the front of the plane. Thier guns safely in the hands of the Boscorelli's. Seajae and Bosco opened the cock pit door and their biggest fear lay in front of them. Both pilots were dead. The auto pilot was still on.
"Let's hope there's one person on this plane with a pilots license."
"They guys from MIT should be smart enought to land this thing right?" They looked at each other.
"Bosco, were in over our heads with this one."
"You think?" He turned and took the mike from next to the cock pit door. "You want to break they bad news or should I?"
"Neither. Shut the door and help me move these guys."
"What?"
"Bosco someone needs to land this plane."
"Then lets find someone who knows how." He handed her the mike. She took it.
"Ladies and gentalmen we seem to have lost our pilots in our little mishap with our hijckers. If there is anyone who has any flight experiernce at all please come forward." She saw the look of panic in the passangers eyes. "Please remain calm. We will get though this but we need everyone to stay calm." Seajae looked at Bosco. "It's just you and me kid." She hung up the mike and went into the cock pit. Her husband followed.
"Okay, now what do we do?"
"We radio Kennedy and have them help us land this baby."
"Seajae, this is a seven forty friggen seven. Not some crop duster prop plane you take for a spin arond the empty Texas sky. Were headed to they busiest air space in the world."
"Then I better get them on the radio really fast then." She grabbed the head phones off one of the dead pilots. "Mayday, Mayday. This is flilght six nineteen out of O'Hare. We've lost our pilots. I repeat we've lost our pilots."
"Who is this?"
"Detective Sgt, Seajae Boscorelli, NYPD."
"How did you loose your pilots?"
"Hijack attempt." Seajae looked at her husband. "Hijackers are no longer a threat."
"How do we know this."
"Listen to me damn it. I've had a real bad couple of hours and I'm not in a good mood and I am not going to die on this air plane. Now if you can't help me land this thing find me someone who can."
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News crews got a hold of the story in record time. Faith sat at her kitchen table with a cup of cofee feeding the twins breakfeast just as the news flash came on. She grabbed the paper the held the flight number and time her freinds were arriving back from Chicago. Calab finnished tying his tie as he came into the kitchen and caught the tail end of the news.
"What flight....." Faith handed the paper to her husband without saying a word. "Holy mother of God. What more can happen to those two?"
"Somebody better get next door before Angela freaks."
"I'll go. You head over when you get the kids fed." He kissed his wife and headed next door hoping Angela Boscorelli decided not to turn on the television this morning.
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"Detective?" A man came on the head set.
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever flown a plane before?"
"Crop dusters and props. Nothing this big."
"Okay so then you know the basics?"
"Give or take a few tons." Seajae looked at Bosco. She turned off the mic. "We can do this."
"I got all the faith in the world in you baby." Bosco sat next to his wife and prayed.
"Okay Kennedy lay it on me and lets land this baby."
"Detective..."
"Hey, call me Seajae. By the time this is over we should be on a first name basis right." The man laughed.
"Right. Okay Seajae it's time to turn off the auto pilot."
"Do we have to?"
"IF you want to land, yes." Seajae reached over and turned off the auto pilot.
"Okay."
"Okay check your speed and altitude."
"A hundred and twenty knots at sixteen thousand feet."
"Good. Now your air space is cleared so the biggest worry is buildings. But the course your on heads you right around the city so that souldn't be a problem." Seajae took a deep breath. "Ease the throtol down and start your decent. It's the same drill as a prop minus the foot peddles."
"Okay. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can." Bosco looked at his wife.
"The Little Engine That Could?"
"Got a better idea. Should I recite a little Shakspear?"
"How about the seven forty seven's operating maual?"
"That's one book I didn't memorize."
"I love you Seajae." She looked at Bosco.
"I love you too."
"Seajea you still there?" The man came over the head phones.
"Yeah. By the way, whats your name."
"Doug."
"Hey Doug."
"Hey Seajae. Now how are you doing?"
"Good." Seajae looked at Bosco. "You better go back by Susie. Cain is still back there."
"Jesus I forgot about him." Bosco bolted from his seat and headed back to check on Susie.
"Okay Doug, lets get this puppy landed. Oh by the way along with the hijackers we have a murder suspect aboard by the name of Donavan Craine."
"Your up to your eyeballs in troble there Seajae."
"Welcome to my world man, welcome to my world."