CHAPTER 2: A Beginning

By Nikki

In a few minutes, as Jarod stared at Michael, who was thrown rudely out of the airport, he grabbed out his new red notebook from his bag at his side, and examined the articles. At one of the first articles, Jarod stopped and read through it once again.

"Plane Wrecks reeks havoc: Many dead

Written by: Marci Clarke Photos: Mark Warring

A plane came crashing down on Tuesday 23rd of October and 16 people have been hospitalised, while 32 escaped with minor injures. Unfortunately 10 passengers died before ambulances finally arrived at the scene. The police are still looking for an unknown number members who where on the plane, but there seems little hope that many will be found.

The crash is being looked into by numerous government organisations, but it looks to be the fault of the Pilot, Richard Jason, who had manned the plane. It is unfortunate that he was one of the passengers who has passed away before assistance finally arrived. The information extracted from the black box is leading the Police to believe that this incident was premeditated, although they haven't as yet to make a statement. It is both a shame and a harsh mark against both the Airline and the emergency assistance who arrived on the scene too late to save many of the life, that if assistance had arrived early, would be with us now".

Jarod, rearranging his Co-Pilots uniform, headed towards the common room, stowing his red notebook back in his back before he stared to walk through the door. But before he opened the door they swung outward, and hit Jarod hardly upon the head, as a young female of mid years stalked out. Stepping out of the way of the door, wishing to avoid the uncomfortable experience again, looked towards his attacker. She was quite small for her age, barely reaching Jarod's shoulders, with lite blonde hair to her shoulders, but held up back by a hair band. She also had a slight flush to her cheeks, and a piercing dark blue gaze that was directed straight at Jarod. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, are you alright?" and although she seemed concerned she had the appearance of being distracted, as if something else of importance was on her mind. Jarod who had by then removed his hand from rubbing his head replied, quite unperturbed, "I'm fine, I'm Jarod Sphinx" offering his hand. "Anita Green" shaking his hand in turn

"So you're the new co-pilot Aaron hired," she stated, and for the first time, she seemed less preoccupied. "Is it that obvious?" laughing slightly indicating his outfit. Anita was about to reply when another person left the common room and headed towards them "Jarod Sphinx, I presume, I am Aaron Spencer the owner of these Jetliners, if you just want to wait inside I'll be with you shortly, I must have a word with Anita". Mr Spencer indicated the door, and watched as Jarod headed towards it once again, as he entered apart of their conversation drifted through "I have told you Anita, and if you keep coming here I'll…" and that was when the door shut softly behind him…

AT THE CENTRE

The sound of boots pounded upon the metal grate that lead to a computer room, was what first alerted Broots that someone was approaching. He had no doubts about who it could be for both Miss. Parker and Sydney had been agitated since they arrived back at the centre. It was this that made Broots nervous, he had never dealt with irritated people, especially Miss. Parker. "What have you come up with Broots" Miss Parker demanded, she wasn't alone for Sydney was there with here. "Not much I'm afraid, but I did get something, it was definitely Jarod's DNA and fingerprints on the bottles of Alcohol". Sydney shook his head, he was definitely worried for Jarod but there was very little that he could do. "Well what are you doing sitting there and eating for" she pointed towards the packet of junk food on her table "You had better find something, or food will be your last concern". Broots gulped and turned back to his computer, as Andrea left, and Sydney gave Broots a reassuring pat on the back before he left to…