Chapter 3

Jason looked out the plane window, he really didn't want to make eye contact with the woman next to him; she was an attractive Asian, and the only luggage she carried with her at all, was a small duffle bag, which was relatively light, so she was barely taking anything. Once or twice, she looked at Jason, then looked away, probably annoyed that this American man wouldn't have the common decency to at least say hello, but she didn't know, that Jason was never really, 'stable' around females; if they were attractive, he was too shy to speak, and if they were not so much, he would say hi and talk for a few minutes, then he would probably never speak to him again.

She looked at Jason, once more, and this time spoke to him, "Excuse me, do you have the time?" she sounded very American, if you didn't know what she looked like, you would've probably thought she was from San Andreas,

Jason looked a little dazed for a moment, he didn't know what to do, if he should either just answer her, or start striking up a conversation, in which he would horrendously embarrass himself… it was difficult, but he chose the former, "It's, um, eight-thirty." "Whoa! Either this pilot doesn't know shit about what he's doing, or Liberty is farther away than I thought!"

"Thank you," said the girl, smiling, bearing pearl white teeth. Jason looked back at the window, and began to daydream again, when the stewardess passed by with a cart,"

"Excuse me, sir. What would you like to eat?" Jason looked at her, and realized, that dinner would be serving right now,

"I'll have the chicken." He said. He wasn't really a big fan or airline food, but he was a fan of food in general, and the last thing he ate was apple sauce they gave him through a tube, so he would rather eat something he didn't like, than eat nothing at all.

"And you?" asked the stewardess, this time referring to the girl

"I asked for a special meal."

"Ah, yes, I'll bring your food for you, please wait a moment."

Jason looked at her, and decided to try another shot at talking to her, "Hm, special meal, huh?"

She looked at him innocently, "Yes, quite frankly I hate airline food; I always ask for something freshly made, to tell you the truth, I don't know how you could eat that." She looked at the dish from which Jason was eating, with a bit of disgust; in it, there were two chicken wings, some steamed canned green beans and carrots, and some potatoes that were practically swimming in a mixture of oil and gravy,

"Good going asshole, you just made an idiot of yourself! Alright, make a quick recovery, and try to talk to her again!" "You know what?" he said, pushing his food to a side, "I don't know how I can, either." He looked down for a second then looked back at the girl, then the stewardess from before came back with the cart, this time with a silver tray on the top. She put it down in front of the girl and took off the lid; there were pieces of blackened fish, some steamed fresh greens and rice. She took out the two sticks at the back of her head and let her long black hair drop, "You're not going to eat with those are you?"

"No, don't be silly." She answered playfully "Do you think I'll eat with what was in my hair?" and she unzipped her back, and pulled out a velvet case, inside were two chopsticks, "You're probably going to ask me if I'll put these in my hair." She laughed a bit. She began to eat, and Jason was eyeing her meal enviously. She was able to have this fancy dinner, all he could have was a chicken dinner that could stop a man's heart faster than a bullet.

He decided to lie back and take a nap, hopefully that would pass the time, he half-closed his eyes, and hoped he would fall asleep. Every few seconds he looked at the girl, and every few seconds, he could see her look at him, but she smiled when she looked at him… he just looked, she spoke to him again,

"I'm sorry; I never gave you my name… I'm Sakura Kasen."

"I'm Jason Masters," he said, still lying down; for the next few minutes after that, there was silence between the two, then, an Asian male, came from the first class cabin and walked up to Jason and Sakura's seats. He greeted the Sakura and was about to talk, when he noticed Jason, so he started talking in Japanese. When they were done talking he kissed Sakura and went back down the cabin walkway and went through the door. "Who was that?" asked Jason, his eyebrow lifted,

"Oh, that was my fiancé." She said, Jason was disappointed, he was trying to get her to like him, and all this time, she was engaged, and that's just insulting. "Sorry, I didn't tell you before." She said with an apologetic expression

"It's okay," he simply replied, after being burned like that, he just wanted to hide his face and never show it again.

The next half hour, was uneventful; the, the captain called through the intercom connected to a speaker by each set of seats, the ringing alert woke Jason, and when he got up, felt a hand on his chest, he looked to his right, to see Sakura, her slender arm stretched outward; she had fallen asleep too, as did nearly the rest of the cabin, probably the whole plane, he checked his watch, it read eleven o'clock, "What the hell! Are we taking an fucking excursion around the country!" the plane was taking too long to get to Liberty City; when he checked the schedule, he read that the plane would be making numerous stops, and would take at least ten hours to get to Liberty City. "Ten hours!" the captain's voice came ringing through,

"Attention all passengers, we are now approaching the lovely tropical paradise of Vice City, this is our final mandatory stop, before we get to Liberty City. So any of you that are going on, please, stay on board the plane, and all of those departing, please step off using the designated exits, located in your cabins." Jason sat up, he was looking around for Sakura's ticket, he wanted to make sure that she wouldn't miss her stop her stop, without waking her. He dug around in her bag, hoping that he would find it, but instead, he found something more interesting, inside her bag, was a Colt handgun. He scanned it, looking to see if it was real… it was, live ammunition and all,

"How did she get this onboard?" he looked at it once more, and put it back, he was going to pretend he never saw it, so he carefully put it back in the bag, zipped it up and cautiously put it on the floor. As he sat back again, he suspiciously eyed Sakura, "Who is she?" he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep again, when he heard the cabin door bang as it opened, he looked up to see two men in blacks suits, carrying briefcases, make their way toward the two of them. They pointed to Sakura, and sped up their pace, they were obviously heading for her, then they popped the clips on their briefcases, and let them drop, and what was inside was more stunning than Sakura's gun; two MP5 SMG's, enough to kill him, her, and everyone else on the entire plane.

He shook her shoulder, and quietly called out to her, "Sakura, wake up."

"Hm…? What? What's wrong Jason?"

He moved his head towards the men and nodded, "Them, they're coming for you!" she then leapt up, and began rummaging around in her bag. She pulled out the Colt and stuck it in his hand,

"Hold this." She said, and she got out of her seat and ran towards the men

"What the hell is she doing! She's going to kill herself!" he looked down in his hand, and focused on the handgun, "What am I supposed to do with this?" he looked back up once more and saw the men hold up their guns and aim, she was a goner, then he lifted the Colt and squeezed the trigger; the smoking bullet shot out the barrel, and flew right through one of the men's arm; he dropped the gun and the other looked to his side at him. Using this distraction to her advantage, Sakura jumped up and somersaulted over the two men, she was obviously well trained in acrobatics. She was a matter of feet from the cabin door, when the man with the hurt arm, lifted the gun with the other, flicked the trigger, and let one solitary shell fly… and it hit; it clipped her in the leg, and she fell to the ground. She waved her hand at the door, trying to open, but to no avail, and as if things couldn't get any worse, the two men came closer and closer to her, and lifted their guns. She closed her eyes tightly and believed that it was all over… when…

"BANG!" both of the men dropped with a loud thump. Sakura looked up to see her fiancé, holding a smoking shotgun. He held out his hand, and she took hold of it; he lifted her up, and held her with one hand,

"Wow," thought Jason "either she's really light, or he's really strong." He spoke to her in Japanese once more, and then they headed out the cabin. Jason was in there alone, obviously everyone ran out in a mad panic, he couldn't blame them. He then got up and got out the plane.