Reinstated Saviour

Chapter One - Air Force One

Since 1943, every president of the U.S.A travelled in a plane known as Air Force One. The plane was a specially modified Boeing 747-200B, it had the words "United States of America" painted along the fuselage, and the U.S flag was painted on the vertical stabiliser at the back of the plane.

It was President Clive R. Linnen's first trip on Air Force One. He had been elected only weeks ago and the stress was already getting to him. He had been warned for years about how stressful the job was, and he said he could take it, he was so far. Clive was on his way to a meeting with Alan Blunt from MI6, there was a problem that needed to be solved. They had needed to make a slight detour to refuel but were quickly back on track, they were an hour ahead of schedule and everything was running smoothly. The pilot flicked the autopilot switch and sat back in his seat, he brushed the dandruff from his shoulders and straightened his jet-black suit. He tightened his tie and sat back to watch the view.

Clive looked out of the window, they were passing over the sea, it sparkled and glistened in the sunlight, the sky above them was bright blue with not a cloud in sight. In the distance an island was visible, he glanced at his map and saw that the small beautiful areas of land were the Solomon Islands. They were very remote; the only inhabitants were some rebels - fighting for freedom, as they said - and a tribe, mainly made up of cannibalistic maniacs who spent their time hunting unaware travellers and feasting on their flesh.

An alert sounded on ground; men holding machine rifles and pistols crouched on the floor and raised their guns to the air. Men dropped small missiles into mortars, other men raised heat-seeking missile launchers and many other people just stood and watched. It was a very big operation, there were millions of pounds worth of equipment on these islands, and all of it focused on the skies, soon, something would happen that would decide the fate of the world.

A plane flew over-head, there was a brief moment of silence and then a thousand weapons fired into the sky…

The button flashed, an alarm sounded and lights burst into life, illuminating the cockpit of the plane. The pilot jerked upright and took the controls. There was a large screen with the words "Missile lock" flashing upon it. "Shit…" the pilot muttered… he grabbed the handles and flung them right, the plane shuddered, the lights dimmed for a second as they twisted in the air.

The president awakened from his sleep to find an agent over him, shaking him violently. There was a loud hissing sound that increased with every single second that passed. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, the plane jerked over, they were going down into the jungle below them.

The rebels continued to fire at the blue skies. The plane was on fire, leaving a trail of dark-grey smoke behind it. There a low humming sound and the plane began to nose-dive towards the ground… men sat on tree branches, following the course of the plane with binoculars, they needed to see the precise crash-location.

The pilot fought for control. He managed to bring the plane out of it's nose-dive but it was too late. They slammed into the ground with incredible force and they bounced along the jungle, taking down trees, plants and animals along the way. They began to slow down, the cabin jerked wildly, every man and woman on board were thrown about like rag-dolls in a washing machine, then it stopped… almost as abruptly as it had started. Silence enveloped the surviving passengers of Air Force One. The president moaned into the silence and tried to drag himself to his feet. There was a tearing pain in his leg and he looked down, a large piece of metal had become stuck in his leg, weighing him down.

In the distance was shouting and the sounds of gunfire and cheering. Men approached the plane and kicked open the doors. They stormed the remains of Air Force One and dragged any survivors free. They were immediately tied up and chucked into the back of a waiting truck. Gathering the survivors took a few minutes, and then they were off, leaving the plane and the dead to rot in the jungle… the survivors were being taken to the Rebels HQ…