12 Cockpit Situation (1/2)
Meanwhile in the cockpit
the smug bastard with the laser-sighted pistol standing behind the pilot. The man's black hair fell over his forehead, nearly covering his large scar.
”I can't believe you used an explosive on the plane! Are you nuts?”
”It was just a small one-barely big enough to get into the cockpit.”
”You're lucky you didn't blow us all to smithereens!”
”Probably true,” responded Gauron in a very chilling voice.
”Hey, stick to the course!”
White with fear, the pilot ran his eyes over the gauges.
”The electrical system took a hit in that explosion. We're in danger if we don't make an emergency landing.”
”Is it broken?” The terrorist inquired, attempting to decode the complex instruments.
”It is. We'll negotiate for your demands, but if we don't return to Haneda Airport, we'll probably crash.”
”I think I see what's broken,” said Gauron. ”It's this, right here.”
And he pointed the gun's laser sight at the pilot's head and pulled the trigger. The firing of the bullet made less noise than the sound of flesh and bone ripping apart. The pilot died instantly.
”I see. It's beyond repair!” chuckled Gauron.
”What've you done?” moaned the copilot, who now was wearing a considerable part of the pilot's cerebral cortex. The little red laser dot flickered across the copilot's face.
”You're not broken, too, are you?”
”Don't shoot! No one else can fly the plane!”
”I must admit, I've always wanted to get behind the wheel of one of these things,” laughed Gauron, invading the copilot's personal space. ”Tell me, is it as fun as it looks?”
”Please, don't kill me.”
”I just asked if it was fun, stupid.”
Painfully slowly, Gauron's finger tightened around the trigger. Just he was about to squeeze it, another large man entered the cockpit.