Barron mostly spent his time on the plane by watching movies on his iphone 12, Captain America was his favorite movie so he watched that 3 times in a row. This was the first time Barron hasn't flown in first class so he was very uncomfortable with his current situation. He opened a box of grenades and took about a dozen of them and put them in his backpack. It was very dark in the cargo hold, except for a circular window the size of a dinner plate. He eventually got a little hungry so he ate a family sized bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos. While he was sucking the succulent Dorito dust off of his fingers he stared at the ceiling thinking of what he was gonna do. 'So this plane's gotta land eventually right? When they open the doors I'll run out as fast as I can so they can't catch me. If it comes to it I can pretend I'm a soldier or something. Then I'll sneak inside the base somehow and get Hillary.' Barron smiled to himself for his genius plan, in which no way it could fail.

Barron got bored of using his phone so he decided to take a nap to waste the time. He grabbed a parachute off the wall and wrapped it around himself like a cocoon. He snuggled into the fabric, thinking about his president sized bed back at home. He fell asleep for about 45 minutes when he was woken by loud booming noises. He got off the floor and waddled to the window peering out. To his amazement they were flying over the city of Los Angeles. His mouth was hanging open as he watched the city sprawl out in all directions. He then finally noticed that the plane was flying towards the Hollywood Sign, or more importantly what was behind it. Barron gasped as he finally noticed the giant structure built on the hill. It looked to be made of black marble and at least 20 stories high with dark red windows and a large American Flag flying over it. Barron quickly took a picture and put it on his Snapchat story, so that the commoners could see the cool stuff that he was doing. While he was putting his phone away he heard the plane start shoot at the building with its guns. The bullets broke a few windows but that was about the extent of the damage. The closer they got the clearer the structure looked. It was shaped like a hexagon, so it was the Pentagon, but lame.

Out of nowhere a loud whistling sound could be heard. Barron pushed his face against the glass just in time to see a large missile fly from the base and make contact with the side of the plane. The boom was deafening and Barron flew back into the crates. The missile had blown a huge hole in the side of the plane and now they were losing altitude. The plane spun in circles as Barron was tossed around like a rag doll inside the cargo hold. Somehow he managed to grab his backpack in all the chaos and put it on his shoulders. He knew that if he didn't have a parachute he wouldn't survive the fall. Boxes and crates were crashing around the room, so he lost sight of his parachute in the progress. He sighed in annoyance, "I come all this way just to die without being awesome? I think not."

Now filled with determination he took off his Supreme hoodie and timed for the moment for when he would escape. A box of grenades moved out of the way just in time for Barron to jump out the hole of the plane. Immediately he was filled with terror as he now was free-falling to the ground. Various other items were falling as well, which made Barron feel less lonely. Finally he opened the bottom of his hoodie and to his greatest surprise it caught air. He was instantly jolted upwards and nearly lost his grasp. But now he was safe, sure he was still falling but now it was if he had a parachute of his own. He then casually watched as the massive plane that he was in 30 seconds ago, crash into a movie star's mansion and explode. Destroying the entire suburb that it was in. "It looked tacky anyway," Barron said to himself. He looked up to see that the other planes were continuing their course towards the stronghold. But just like the first one another one was shot by a missile. 'They must have aimbot,' Barron thought to himself.

While he was slowly drifting to the earth there was a random gust of wind that caught hold of him. Barron screamed but he was helpless as the wind was now carrying him towards the giant building. "Oh no no no no no," Barron yelped as the building became very close. He braced for impact and just like that he fly into the side of the building. Barron smacked against the wall like a bug on a windshield, pancaking himself. He then slowly slid to the ground his skin made loud squeaking sounds as it rubbed against the marble. He then flopped onto the grass quite surprised that he managed to survive such an event. He stood up and dusted himself off and put his hoodie back on. He stood back and looked up at the massive structure which seemed to loom over him, as if trying to intimidate him. He shuddered and turned around just to see on one of the other planes explode in a violent explosion right above him. He shielded his eyes as the bright burst had burned his eyes. Burning showers of debris starting falling from the sky and Barron started running around in circles shrieking. After dodging all the debris he decided that he had to find a way inside the stronghold.

He starting walking alongside the building until he came across a door. He pressed his ear against it and heard nothing, deciding it was safe he reached in his backpack and pulled out a grenade. 'I've used these in Fortnite, what's the difference?' He thought to himself as he pulled the pin out of the grenade, he then threw it at the door. Immediately when it made contact it exploded, blowing the door of its hinges. Barron dabbed in success and jumped through the door. The room was small and dark and dusty from the explosion. Barron pulled out his phone and turned on the flash light, prepared to see the horrors waiting for him in the Liberal Base. The dust finally settled and he could see that the room had rows of cleaning supplies and posters of Hillary Clinton. He realized that he must be in a janitor's closet. He took a mop off the wall, it was always wise to have a melee weapon. Eventually he found a door against the back wall. He opened it to reveal a dark hallway with more posters of Hillary Clinton, most of them photoshopped so that she had nice titties. Barron took off down the hallway not knowing where he was going. All he wanted to do was find Hillary and arrested her for liberalism.

He was about to turn a corner, but stopped because he could hear footsteps. He crouched beside the corner and waited for his prey. Eventually a short man turned the corner and Barron jumped up and screamed, "Frick you Libtard!" He then then swung his mop like a baseball bat and smacked the man in the head, knocking him out instantly. The man was wearing a t-shit that said "Stronger Together" Barron took it off him and put it on as a disguise. Barron smiled at his cleverness and took off down the hall. He could hear more voices as he moved deeper into the base. The end of the hallway opened up into a large room filled with people and desks, one entire wall was filled with monitors which displayed the military trying to get inside. A shrill cackled filled the air, he looked to his right and saw Hillary lounging on a golden throne holding a wine glass in her hand.

"Are our turrets in place Minority?" Hillary asked a young black woman holding an iPad.

"Why yes Empress Hillary, they should be going online in 3...2...1." One of the monitors showed a number of turrets placed along the top of the base, firing upon the invading army. Hillary let out another cackle of excitement.

"These dumbass Republicans think they can get inside the Hexagon as if it was some third world country. I'm surprised it took them this long to finally launch an invasion, Mike Pence has been imprisoned here 3 months and no one has cared a bit." She smiled a bit and took a sip of her wine. "We destroyed most of their airships yet they still cling on to the little hope they have, they're such...Americans. The only way they can get in here is if someone manually disables our defenses, as if that is gonna happen." An idea appeared in Barron's head, he reached into his back pack and pulled out all of his grenades. Taking a deep breath he pulled the pins out of them and chucked them into the room and ran for cover. There were cries of alarm followed by massive explosions. Barron then went back into the room to see fire and chaos. He saw the iPad and ran over and picked it up, wondering if he did a good thing.