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Chapter 1: The Unfriendly Skies
11 hours and 50 minutes later.
The 747 jet was flying high over Russia. The members of the Anti- Umbrella Group (Which is still unnamed) were the only ones on board the very large jet. Out the windows the passengers could see the sunrise from above the darkness. A large orb of yellow rise above the horizon. That is if they were awake. Only Claire and Chris-The Redfields- were. Claire stood up, let out a yawn, and stretched. "How much longer Chris?" She asked. Chris turned his head slightly towards her. "1 more hour and we should be there" Claire's older brother by 6 years replied. Claire sighed. "I don't think I can wait. I need to talk to Sherry. To see if her Aunt Kate is taking good care of her." Chris thought of saying something to the sort of "Stop worrying about that damn girl Claire." But then again, he didn't want Claire to get pissed off, and everyone was sleeping pretty heavily. They too would be pissed off if they were awoken. Instead Chris decided to be helpful. "I can get your cell phone if ya want." Claire let out a little smile. "Thanks. I'd like that."
Chris stood up and walked to the coach. In coach, he couldn't help but let his glance wander to the outside, fixed on the sun rise, now almost at it's peak. The day has almost begun. He continued to the back, to the cargo holds. Where's Claire's? He thought to himself. Chris did not notice that his shoe lace was untied. until he tripped, falling right into a cargo rack. A load of cases fell to the ground. Chris rolled his eyes and muttered to himself. "Dumbass" He grabbed Claire's briefcase and began to rifle through it. He found the Motorola cell phone and turned.... And saw a briefcase full of C4. Its timer just passed the 3 minute mark. " Sonuvabitch!" Chris shouted. He grabbed the case and was about ready to throw it out. But then he saw what was outside the window. Moscow. Getting rid of the bomb would kill several innocent people! He ran back to first class. "There's a bomb in the back! Get your parachutes on just in case!" Members of the group stirred. But when Chris repeated this message, they were wide awake and did exactly what they were told. Chris ran to the cockpit. "Guys! Take this plane so it's not over Moscow! There is a bomb on board the plane with less than 3 minutes left!" Chris said very loudly.
"God Almighty!" One of the pilots shouted. The other had a mask of shock on his face. He took out a picture which, to Chris, looked like his family and kissed it. "It's up to us James!" One of the pilots said. The other pilot turned around to face the controls. "Don't worry Mary. I'm coming to see ya soon." He chanted over and over. Chris couldn't tell whether he meant his wife was dead and he was going to heaven to see her soon or if he actually was going to see her soon on earth. Either way, he reminded him of Brad Vickers. With his frantic chanting and the look in his eyes. The same look of terror Brad had before he exiled them in the Raccoon Forest.. "Hey earth to Chris. You have a plane to save. And maybe 2 minutes, if your lucky, to do it!" He thought. The plane banked to the right. Slowly the plane altered its course. The head pilot put on his headset. "This is Flight 401! We have a bomb on board the plane! We cannot dispose of the bomb! Repeat! We cannot dispose of the bomb! Over." Chris returned to the cockpit after getting a parachute. "Faster goddamnit! Push this plane as far as it can go!" Chris shouted. The head pilot turned around to look at him. "What do ya think were trying to do asshole?!" The pilot shouted at him. Chris ran back out to the back and grabbed parachutes for the two pilots. He checked on the bomb as well. 45 seconds. He counted to himself. "1-2-3"he started. He opened the cargo door in the cargo area. "Guys!" He shouted to the members who now had parachutes on. "Watch the bomb and get ready to either jump or throw it off!" They acknowledged. He ran back to the cockpit. "15-16-17" he continued. "Guys! I brought you parachutes!" Chris said. 22-23-24. "No! We have to get this plane as far away from Moscow as possible!" The head pilot said. 27-28-29. "Uh uh!" James, the other pilot stood up and grabbed one of the parachutes from Chris. "Go to the back. My friends are waiting there." Chris said softly. The pilot took off down the aisle. 35-36-37. "Comon! You wanna die or not?" Chris shouted. "All right. I'll put it... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A large thunderous explosion shook the plane! The plane was spilt in two! "AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The pilot was sucked out of the plane. Chris dived and grabbed on to the Co-Pilot's seat. The intense winds and pressure made Chris let out several grunts and groans. Suddenly it was all too much to bear. He let go and got sucked out of the plane. He pulled the rip cord shortly after and then passed out...
Chapter 1: The Unfriendly Skies
11 hours and 50 minutes later.
The 747 jet was flying high over Russia. The members of the Anti- Umbrella Group (Which is still unnamed) were the only ones on board the very large jet. Out the windows the passengers could see the sunrise from above the darkness. A large orb of yellow rise above the horizon. That is if they were awake. Only Claire and Chris-The Redfields- were. Claire stood up, let out a yawn, and stretched. "How much longer Chris?" She asked. Chris turned his head slightly towards her. "1 more hour and we should be there" Claire's older brother by 6 years replied. Claire sighed. "I don't think I can wait. I need to talk to Sherry. To see if her Aunt Kate is taking good care of her." Chris thought of saying something to the sort of "Stop worrying about that damn girl Claire." But then again, he didn't want Claire to get pissed off, and everyone was sleeping pretty heavily. They too would be pissed off if they were awoken. Instead Chris decided to be helpful. "I can get your cell phone if ya want." Claire let out a little smile. "Thanks. I'd like that."
Chris stood up and walked to the coach. In coach, he couldn't help but let his glance wander to the outside, fixed on the sun rise, now almost at it's peak. The day has almost begun. He continued to the back, to the cargo holds. Where's Claire's? He thought to himself. Chris did not notice that his shoe lace was untied. until he tripped, falling right into a cargo rack. A load of cases fell to the ground. Chris rolled his eyes and muttered to himself. "Dumbass" He grabbed Claire's briefcase and began to rifle through it. He found the Motorola cell phone and turned.... And saw a briefcase full of C4. Its timer just passed the 3 minute mark. " Sonuvabitch!" Chris shouted. He grabbed the case and was about ready to throw it out. But then he saw what was outside the window. Moscow. Getting rid of the bomb would kill several innocent people! He ran back to first class. "There's a bomb in the back! Get your parachutes on just in case!" Members of the group stirred. But when Chris repeated this message, they were wide awake and did exactly what they were told. Chris ran to the cockpit. "Guys! Take this plane so it's not over Moscow! There is a bomb on board the plane with less than 3 minutes left!" Chris said very loudly.
"God Almighty!" One of the pilots shouted. The other had a mask of shock on his face. He took out a picture which, to Chris, looked like his family and kissed it. "It's up to us James!" One of the pilots said. The other pilot turned around to face the controls. "Don't worry Mary. I'm coming to see ya soon." He chanted over and over. Chris couldn't tell whether he meant his wife was dead and he was going to heaven to see her soon or if he actually was going to see her soon on earth. Either way, he reminded him of Brad Vickers. With his frantic chanting and the look in his eyes. The same look of terror Brad had before he exiled them in the Raccoon Forest.. "Hey earth to Chris. You have a plane to save. And maybe 2 minutes, if your lucky, to do it!" He thought. The plane banked to the right. Slowly the plane altered its course. The head pilot put on his headset. "This is Flight 401! We have a bomb on board the plane! We cannot dispose of the bomb! Repeat! We cannot dispose of the bomb! Over." Chris returned to the cockpit after getting a parachute. "Faster goddamnit! Push this plane as far as it can go!" Chris shouted. The head pilot turned around to look at him. "What do ya think were trying to do asshole?!" The pilot shouted at him. Chris ran back out to the back and grabbed parachutes for the two pilots. He checked on the bomb as well. 45 seconds. He counted to himself. "1-2-3"he started. He opened the cargo door in the cargo area. "Guys!" He shouted to the members who now had parachutes on. "Watch the bomb and get ready to either jump or throw it off!" They acknowledged. He ran back to the cockpit. "15-16-17" he continued. "Guys! I brought you parachutes!" Chris said. 22-23-24. "No! We have to get this plane as far away from Moscow as possible!" The head pilot said. 27-28-29. "Uh uh!" James, the other pilot stood up and grabbed one of the parachutes from Chris. "Go to the back. My friends are waiting there." Chris said softly. The pilot took off down the aisle. 35-36-37. "Comon! You wanna die or not?" Chris shouted. "All right. I'll put it... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A large thunderous explosion shook the plane! The plane was spilt in two! "AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The pilot was sucked out of the plane. Chris dived and grabbed on to the Co-Pilot's seat. The intense winds and pressure made Chris let out several grunts and groans. Suddenly it was all too much to bear. He let go and got sucked out of the plane. He pulled the rip cord shortly after and then passed out...