NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Okay, I'll have to go for the night in a bit...but one of the biggest things you ppl complain about (terrorist wise) is how we never rp the action itself. Well, here we go!

*Liberty City Airport, 5:30 PM FPS Time*
"Please remove any metal objects, sir." Jim listened to the man drone on through the normal security procedures, and took a sip of his drink.

Drink...yea right. The bottom of the glass, in truth, was filled with a liquid explosive compound. However, the very top was full of milkshake and a tiny little straw, so security wouldn't notice...he hoped.

As he approached the metal detector, Jim felt his heart beat greaten. If the thing cought the parts to an MP5 stashed in his shoes, and in his..er...private area, he was quite dead.

Along with the three other terrorists trying to make it through today.

OOC: We'd like to recognize this as valid and advise other nations to not rip apart the poor guy...FPS asked for it - literally...he said, "My nation is totally open to terrorist attacks" and though he's my ally...well, this is valid.

OOC: Er...shoulda clarified. THIS IS A CHARACTOR RP LEADING UP TO AN INTERNATION INCIDENT. Please, play someone on the plane, possibly an air marshal or pilot. W/e you want. You might be able to retake the plane...assuming FPS lets me make it through security.

OOC: Okay, I'm going to let him through in the interests of RP.
IC:
As the men walked through, each of the four machines beeped. Immediatly, one of the security guards laughed. "Damnit." he said, "There they go again..reset the damn things...you guys can go ahead through."

Another guard turned to him. "What if their terrorists or something?"

"Terrorists?" the first guard responded, "Terrorists? In FPS? Are you kidding! We've made no one mad!"

The terrorists entered the bathroom on the other side of security, and, once inside, assembled their equitment. Each had a beretta or colt .45, along with an automatic weapon of some sort. As soon as they were done assembling their gear, the terrorists walked towards the gates, acting as normal as possible...which wasn't hard, as they were trained to be normal.

OOC: Anyone want to get involved? I seriously wasn't planning on this succeding, but ppl gotta be on the plane as hostages and on the ground as cops, c'mon!

"So," said Brian to his co-pilot, Jack. "Are you ready for this flight?"

"Sure," said Jack. It was his first flight...530 miles...hopefully everything would get off without hitch.

"Boards in thirty minutes...hang on, I'm going to get a drink."

EDIT: g2g for the night...so...probably, one of you should take over as the pilot.

OOC: I'll do the SWAT team when the time comes right.

OOC: Dah, I g2g for the night momentarily as well....anyone else want in, just introduce your charactor, and get him/her/them onto the plan.

*Brian O'reilly, a Free Antartican marine, sits in his seat, little does he know right behind a hijacker. Brian is going back from visiting relatives in Liberty City.*

~Sigh, a 10 hour flight.~
Brian puts on his headphones as the plane takes off.

Jim looked around as the flight took off. In little under half an hour he would be taking this plane....and getting money for his cause from the government. With hope, no one would have to die.

Harry looked arounnd as he went through security. It was going to be another uneventful buisness trip to an unnameable corporation to secure a buissness deal. He had been in many a plane, and was looking forward to the latest release films that would be showing. He hoped Max Factor 3 would be on - he loved the series.

He boarded the plane and went to his seat in first class, and ordered a champagne from the stewardess. He looked in the film guide, T5, Star Wars: Episode 7, and Max Factor 3. He was going to enjoy this flight.

Andrey was asleep. dreaming about the week he'd had in FPS with his parents, ah, now he had to return to Bree Tonia and retake his role as National Security Advisor up once more. Darn, he thought, if only i had booked a flight next week, i coulda got it $20 dollars cheaper, oh well
he flickered his eyes as three men with large hand luggage bags walked past, with gruff looks on their faces. Heh, they could be terrorists right there, Andrey chuckled to himself, as he padded his USP compact digging into his thigh.

OOC: I won't be able to get on much today, but when I can, I will. Please, continue introducing charactors...I'll allow as many people in as like, and you can play as many charactors as you like.

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As Andrew boarded the plane thinking about his trip now he thought to himself "Why did i take this damned air marshal job? Nothing will happen..Well it pays good" His bag containing a Glock pistol with special ammunition not to penetrate the windows or hull and his MP5 witht he same ammo...He looked around "nothing like ussual..."

As Janice entered the airplane, she could feel the usual drift of eyes in her direction, but continued about her business. Janice was a 300 lb. big butch lesbian. As she sat down in her aisle seat, she eyeballed a flight attendant. With a raspy, throat canceresque voice she called out, "Can a girl get some peanuts around here". She then grabbed for her newest issue of Mini-trucker magazine and prepared for the flight. :roll:

ooc: May I play as an ambassador on a trip to Liberty City?

OOC: You can be anybody you like.

Harry leaned back in his seat. He took a sip of the champagne - it was disgusting. The stuff he got back at home on Phoenixius was much better. He took out the book he was reading - Jennifer Government.

As he got to his seat, Arnold realised he wasn't in first class, must have been a mix-up in tickets he though. Oh well, now he can say as the governer of California, he got sit with the little people. That would go well for the next election. He turned to the nice, little, old lady next to him and said, "Ah am Ahnold. Ah wurk in de moovie business. Ah am a governer."
"Oh well that's nice", Gladice replied, wondering how long this flight was going to be sitting next to this weirdo. All she wanted was to go and visit her grandkids. She decided to make lgiht of the conversation and said," If you ever speak to me again young man, I'll rip your voice box out and feed it to my cat."
Arnold decided to follow her advice, he had a bad experience with an old woman before. He slipped his headphones on and waited for the inflight movie to start.

As he got to his seat, Arnold realised he wasn't in first class, must have been a mix-up in tickets he though. Oh well, now he can say as the governer of California, he got sit with the little people. That would go well for the next election. He turned to the nice, little, old lady next to him and said, "Ah am Ahnold. Ah wurk in de moovie business. Ah am a governer."
"Oh well that's nice", Gladice replied, wondering how long this flight was going to be sitting next to this weirdo. All she wanted was to go and visit her grandkids. She decided to make lgiht of the conversation and said," If you ever speak to me again young man, I'll rip your voice box out and feed it to my cat."
Arnold decided to follow her advice, he had a bad experience with an old woman before. He slipped his headphones on and waited for the inflight movie to start.
OOC-LOL thats a good one!

OOC: LOL

"Ambassador Shadle will you just sit down! Everything is fine with the plane!" said Shadle's aide. "Sorry! Those four guys who entered recently and the metal dectors going off when they passed under the dectors really unnerved me." said Shadle. Shadle wondered why the guards had let the men through. They seemed really suspicious. The aide said, "Just don't go screaming about terrorists like last time." "There was a terrorist last time though. Though you're probably right. This flight better be quick." said Shadle as he prepared for the flight.

Andrew checked the flight plan and he felt as if something was wrong...He looked around and these men looked suspicious..The flight plan said there was an important man on board..He thinks to himself "Great an ambassodor and i think somethings gonna happen..oh well"

OOC: Note, you can still join at this point, I'm just starting it.
IC:
*1 hour after takeoff*
Jim looked around. Things seemed perfect. Almost everyone was sleeping (it was a late night flight), and those who weren't didn't seem to be paying attention. Standing up, he began to walk forward towards the bathroom. However, as he reached it, he turned around suddenly, and saw that all the other terrorists were in position. Two in the Coach area, him in first class, and one man outside the cocpit, talking to a flight attendent.

So, giving the signal, he pulled out his small uzi, and yelled "NOBODY MOVE" simultaneously with the other 2 terrorists while the third kicked the flight attendent asside and entered the cocpit.
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*Liberty City Airport*
Man, could you believe that maintenence still hasn't shown from our call about those metal detectors yesterday! I mean all four beeped at those guys!" Said one security guard as he walked towards his locker.

"Yes." said another, "I know. So stu..."

Suddenly, the security cheif rounded a corner, "WAIT, WHAT HAPPENED?"

Both guards looked at each other, smiling. "Nothing, boss, don't worry. The machines all went off together again. Damn maintanence people still haven't showed!"

The security cheif fell back against the wall. "Oh my...you idiots, the maintanence men already showed up! They fixed the machines! Those guys actually set them off!" The cheif didn't wait for the guards to realize what it meant. Running to the wall, he slammed the intercom.

"SECURITY ROOM, WE HAVE POSSIBLE ARMED PERSONELL PAST SECURITY. GO TO CODE RED IMMEDIATLY. REPEAT, POSSIBLY ARMED PERSONELL PAST SECURITY. CODE RED!"

Immediatly, alarm bells began to ring, and security guards began running to their emergency posts. In the meantime, the main security center attempted to find out what flight the terrorists had boarded...to warn the pilots in time.

OOC: Damnit, that's my fucking line! Ah well, it's still approved. Majesto, please be forewarned, you are now playing the parts of all police agencies involved in this. Here's a list of those agencies that might be involved.
Local/County/State Police Forces
FPS Transportation Industry
National Police Force

I'm not going to continue being in this rp, since I'll obviously not be byist in my playing. However, I will treat w/e end result as real.

OOC: Damnit, that's my fucking line! Ah well, it's still approved. Majesto, please be forewarned, you are now playing the parts of all police agencies involved in this. Here's a list of those agencies that might be involved.
Local/County/State Police Forces
FPS Transportation Industry
National Police Force

I'm not going to continue being in this rp, since I'll obviously not be byist in my playing. However, I will treat w/e end result as real.

Andrey as still asleep...
Ah, damn, if only we still had ot the second game....
"NOBODY MOVE!"
That's it, i'm for it now, andrey thought, ripping open the holster with his USP and putting it under him and then noticed that these guys were well armed, he had no chance.

[OOC - Sorry for the late reply, wasn't sure if I wanted to do something then took me awhile to write this up. Hope it's still alright to be in.]
A group of five, three in their teenage years the two others older by a couple years, board the first segment of thier trip.

The two oldest of the group, one male the other female, turn and head into first class to the astonishment of two of the younger ones.

"Hey, I thought we agreed to exchange our tickets so we had money to hit the Strip when we got back?" The youngest grumbles, peering at the other two.

The oldest of the remaining three smiles and shakes his head, "You didn't stop to think the reason the Senior Cadets made sure you paid them well for the idea?" and with that he turns and also makes his way to first class, the last two of the group gawking after him untill hurried along by a flight attendant.
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Settling down in the comfy seat, the young women grins, "You know, I could probably make a living alone off of these trips. Always some junior cadet to fool one way or another."

Nodding his head the young man replies, "Your sure right about that. Get a nice flight, a decent vacation and earn alittle extra by fooling the stupid ones."

Finally taking his seat behind the older two in first class, the youngster leans forward slowly, "You know, sooner or later they are all going to know about your little tricks ... Should really be something in it for me for keeping my mouth shut, eh?"

Turning her head with a glare, the young woman replies, "I'd cease with that line of thought, you do happen to be in our training regiment, -junior- cadet."

The young man glances between the senior cadets with a sigh, both of them ignoring him as they begin talking about the night of their return.

Andrew saw the man with the USP and signalled him showing him the badge.He hid his glock under the seat and his SMG...He hoped no one would look there.

Shadle woke up as he heard the terrorists shout, "Nobody move!". "Why always me!" he thought. Shadle immediatly tried to wake up his aide. "Just shut up about terroris-what the?! said the aide as he woke up. Shadle started looking for the pistol secret service gave him just in case this happened. "DON'T MOVE!!!" shouted the terrorist again. Shadle stopped searching when he heard that. "So much for a routine flight", thought Shadle.

He thought to himself "GREAT!" he looked to see if his friend had been also on..He checked the flight roster and there it was Joseph Raferty..now he knew he wouldnt be alone and he wasnt located to far..While no terrorists had been looking he signalled him to get his butt next to him and as a terrorist said "YOU WERENT THERE BEFOR!" he responded nicely and said "yes i was...you just didnt see me"

[OOC: If my post is accepted in time I had no real interest for the characters to have any effect on anything. Just my support of what Terrorist Cells is doing on an OOC level and wishing to get involved in things by whatever happens here. Just stating this all as I desperately need sleep, thanks.]

The two youngest sitting by themselves in the lower class area, cower in their seats. The two oldest in first class don't seem to be showing any fear, nor any sort of action, while the third in first class is trying to put on his best face but is obviously afraid.

OOC: Damnit, that's my f--- line! Ah well, it's still approved. Majesto, please be forewarned, you are now playing the parts of all police agencies involved in this. Here's a list of those agencies that might be involved.
Local/County/State Police Forces
FPS Transportation Industry
National Police Force

I'm not going to continue being in this rp, since I'll obviously not be byist in my playing. However, I will treat w/e end result as real.

OOC: I just woke up! But ok, I'm all the cops. WooHoo! I like a good chalenge in in morning...

IC:

The chief of security ran to the phone and called the Liberty City Police Department's chief directly.

"Hea Dan, we've got a big problem."

"What John? What's the matter?"

"We've had a security breach here in the international terminal. Possibly four armed men. Send some guys quick, please. They may still be here in the airport."

"Ok, I'll send some Counter-Terror Teams and some RMP's (squad cars) right away. Ground all flights immediatly and close the gate area."

*****

"Attention all units, attention all units! All avalible Counter-Terrorists and SWAT teams respond to LIX Airport for a confirmed breach of security. Four armed men suspected. Over."

"This is CTU-1, CTU-2, and CTU-5, we're all enroute from city hall."

"10-4"

*****

"Chief? Chief, can you hear me?"

"Well? What'd you find?"

"They're in the air sir. Four men were let through security accidentally. Their plane probably left a couple of hours ago. We might have a big problem on our hands here."

As soon as Brian falls asleep, he is waken up by the Terrorist shouting "Nobody move!" He plays along for about 15 minutes, but little do the terrorist know, he has a trick up his sleeve, he springs into action, and takes a crochete needle that the old lady siting next to him used, he stabs one terrorist in the chest, and takes his gun, before he is able to fire a shot he is shot in the lung.

He crawls to the back of the plane, and disapears.

"Freeze!"

Brian, the pilot of the flight, turned around in shock. A crashing sound had come from behind him, and when he turned around he struggled to comprehend the scene in front of hi: a man with an Uzi, pointed straight at him.

Oy...now that's something you don't see every day... he thought, glancing at the co-pilot, Jack. Too bad I'm not seeing the other end of the gun.

"Don't move!" shouted the terrorist.

Brian wasn't moving, but he managed to smile meekly. "What do you want?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jack reach for the pistol...he had one too, and would undoubtedly have to hand it over...maybe that would be his chance? He closed his eyes, signalling disapproval to his co-pilot.

Harry is disturbed in the middle of watching Max Factor 3 for the 2nd time when a man gets up and points an uzi at everyone.

'Dam,' he thinks,'I'm going to be late. I'll just wait until he is facing the other way.'

Harry tries to remember the army training he took when he was in the army, and waited for the opportune moment.

Suddenly the terrorist turns his back to him, and Harry slinks out of his seat and creeps up to him. So fast nobody could react, Harry swung his fist at the mans head, knocking him unconsious. As the man fell, he and a fellow passenger stopped him from making a sound. Taking the uzi he moved up to the cockpit.

The other terrorists had moved to different parts of the plane, but one was still near Shadle. He had finally found his pistol in his pocket. The terrorist was looking away from Shadle. "Now or never", Shadle thought as he pulled out the gun and aimed it at the terrorist. The terrorist turned around, saw Shadle, and was about to fire his uzi when Shadle got him in the neck. The terrorist fell in a pool of blood. " The others will be back soon! Prepare to rush them if they enter this compartment again!" shouted Shadle. " Good shooting ambassador." his aide said. "I was in the army before I became an ambassador" Shadle replied.

*Back in Liberty City*

After the Counter-Terror teams cleared the terminal, they handed the scene off to the detectives who blanketed the terminal in an attempt to see what plane the men were on. They did manage to obtain some important information. Only five planes were boarding at that time... Dan knew that he needed to alert air traffic control.

"Hello, air traffic control? This is Dan Flaherty, the chief of police. We have a problem on our hands."

"What's wrong?"

"We believe a plane left Liberty City with four armed men on board. They apparently slipped past security. They are only one one of five planes. Could you get in contact with the pilots of each?"

"Absolutly, I'll get back to you in a little bit."

OOC: Four armed men? It seems to me every character here has a gun..;) Are they all air marshalls, or something?

"What do you want with us?" Brian (Pilot) repeated meekly. The terrorist reached down, tore his gun out of its holster, and threw Brian out of his seat. "Go," he muttered curtly, all the time pointing the gun at the co-pilot, who scrambled out of the seat with Brian.

We're out now, he thought despairingly. But Jack's got his gun.

The com line clicked. Crap! thought Brian (Pilot).

He was barely paying attention to it, and only heard, '...do you copy? Over.'

"Now," said Jack to himself, a few feet away, and Brian watched in horror as Jack moved swiftly into the cockpit and fired at the distracted terrorist.

And missed. The gunshot zinged into the flight board, and with a hiss, the com line went silent.

"Oops..." he said. He was now face-to-face with an Uzi.

The com line clicked. Crap! thought Brian (Pilot).

He was barely paying attention to it, and only heard, '...do you copy? Over.'

"Now," said Jack to himself, a few feet away, and Brian watched in horror as Jack moved swiftly into the cockpit and fired at the distracted terrorist.

And missed. The gunshot zinged into the flight board, and with a hiss, the com line went silent.

"Oops..." he said. He was now face-to-face with an Uzi.

The com line clicked. Crap! thought Brian (Pilot).

He was barely paying attention to it, and only heard, '...do you copy? Over.'

"Now," said Jack to himself, a few feet away, and Brian watched in horror as Jack moved swiftly into the cockpit and fired at the distracted terrorist.

And missed. The gunshot zinged into the flight board, and with a hiss, the com line went silent.

"Oops..." he said. He was now face-to-face with an Uzi.

GAH!

Barry Novikisi was a very nervous man. A Logistics Officer for the VAC, he was making his way further and further from Vexia, by swapping planes and journeying slowly acorss the world,after news of the coup had reached him. He was deeply paranoid, beliveing he was being hunted down by the Red Guard for his crimes. In Reality, he wasn't nearly important enough to be hunted down, but he didn't know this.
He had had arms training, but he was so nervous and worried about the Red Guard that when somebody shouted out "NOBODY MOVE!" he froze in his seat, and almost soiled his pants.
He was sure these were the Socialist Elite who had infiltrated the Plane and were now about to shoot him. He looked around for a weapon to defend himself, but there were none.
Despite his fear, he decided to remain in his seat. Maybe it wasa sick joke? or maybe they were just normal terrorists........ Either way, best to keep his head down, and maybe escape if at all possible.

*Back in Liberty City*

"Hello? Is the the police chief's office. I'm from air traffic control."

"This is the chief. Did you contact all the planes?"

"Yes we did and... When we tried to get in contact with FPS Flight 539, we heard a gunshot and then the line when dead."

"Oh Jesus Christ! Hold on a minute..."

(Dan was yelling to the sergeant in charge of the Counter-Terror Team - "GET READY TO ROLL!")

"Do you know where the plane is headed for?"

"Yes we do, but it's going off course, it can be going anywhere now."

"All right, give me a call back when you have a definite answer so I can alert the airport."

OOC - This is a character RP and I'm playing the pilot of a FPS airliner

OOC: Okay, I'll have to go for the night in a bit...but one of the biggest things you ppl complain about (terrorist wise) is how we never rp the action itself. Well, here we go!

*Liberty City Airport, 5:30 PM FPS Time*
"Please remove any metal objects, sir." Jim listened to the man drone on through the normal security procedures, and took a sip of his drink.

Drink...yea right. The bottom of the glass, in truth, was filled with a liquid explosive compound. However, the very top was full of milkshake and a tiny little straw, so security wouldn't notice...he hoped.

As he approached the metal detector, Jim felt his heart beat greaten. If the thing cought the parts to an MP5 stashed in his shoes, and in his..er...private area, he was quite dead.

Along with the three other terrorists trying to make it through today.

OOC: I didnt read this entire thread, FallschrimmJager tries to stay neutral.
I would just like to point out that "Jim's" demands should be met regaurdless of what they are, and the BOLD print above and the picture below are why.
http://www.hkpro.com/image/mp5-1.jpg MP5
That was hidden in "Jim's" a$$... for goodness sake the man deserves a medal.
Sorry, I couldnt resist.

Nah, he's just a big asshole. We can still take him.
(Thoughts racing through the pilot's head as his co-pilot was behind held Uzi-point, and he was unarmed...also sort of related to the previous post :P)

Nah, he's just a big asshole. We can still take him.
(Thoughts racing through the pilot's head as his co-pilot was behind held Uzi-point, and he was unarmed...also sort of related to the previous post :P)

Andrey heard the gushot and shuddered. He then realised that one of the terrorists had been silently immobilised, nice move to whoever that was, he was going to try and get the one patrolling his cabin, near the back of the plane, if hew could just signal to someone who looked capable, like that air marshal he saw earlier....

Harry quietly tried the handle on the door leading into the cockpit. It was locked. He thought for a moment and then decided to knock. The terrorists wouldn't be expecting a passenger to be walking around freely.

Harry knocked.

*Back in Liberty City International*

The chief was talking to some mechanics: "Look guys, how much more fuel do you think that this plane has? It has been up for an awful long time."

"You see chief, it depends on a lot of things, but by a rough guesstimate, I'd say that they only have a couple of more hours left."

"Good. That's all that I need, that might be the break we're looking for. I need to go back to the station and do some paperwork, man this is a lot of paperwork... I'll brief the Counter-Terror guys. We're going to be ready for anything. Contact me when you figure something out."

"Will do chief."

As the inflight movie began, Arnold sat back in his seat and made himself comfortable. The title rolled across the screen,"Max Factor.....3!" "Oh no," Arnold said to himself. Max Factor 3 starred his arch enemy Jean Claude van Dam. There was no way he could get through this so he took his head phones off and twiddled his thumbs, making sure not to anger the old woman beside him.

Gladice had been thinking, maybe she had been a little to hard on the young man sitting next to her. She turned and said,"Excuse me young man."
Arnold looked over,"Mmmeee?" he replied weakly.
"Yes you. I'm sorry I was so rude to you earlier, its just that I have been going through some hard times already. My 157 cats were taken by the SPCA and I got into some trouble with drug charges. And this is the first time in eight years I'll be able to see my grandkids. They're such darlings. I hope they had fun in juvy!"
"God, this is one screwed up woman," thought Arnold.
Gladice looked over the young man she had bee speaking to. He was muscular and looked very fit. She decided this was her chance. She leaned over and whispered in his ear,"Meet me in the bathroom in five."
"Oh god thought Arnold and he rushed to the bathroom, locked the door and barricaded himself in, hoping somebody was on the plane with a gun and blast the old bag.

OOC: LOL! Great writing.

(that post had had taken place earlier)
Phoenixius, I had to take over your character (just two lines) for the plot of mine to work out. All control is still yours.

As Arnold was sleeping in the bathroom, he heard gunshots. "Thank God," he said,"I hope they shot the old woman."

Gladice was surprised herslef when the gun fight broke out. Pulling 44 Magnum out of her purse she ripped off her mask to reveal her true image. Rushing to the cockpit, he saw a man by the door. She said,"Freeze!"
The man replied,"Dirty Harry? Don't shoot, the terrorists are in there."
Dirty Harry (in is flowered dress) said,"On the count of three we'll rush, shooting left right and center.
The man replied,"but we'll puncture the pressurised cabin!"
"Thats a chance were all going to have to take," Dirty Harrys said smoothly.

(that post had had taken place earlier)
Phoenixius, I had to take over your character (just two lines) for the plot of mine to work out. All control is still yours.

As Arnold was sleeping in the bathroom, he heard gunshots. "Thank God," he said,"I hope they shot the old woman."

Gladice was surprised herslef when the gun fight broke out. Pulling 44 Magnum out of her purse she ripped off her mask to reveal her true image. Rushing to the cockpit, he saw a man by the door. She said,"Freeze!"
The man replied,"Dirty Harry? Don't shoot, the terrorists are in there."
Dirty Harry (in is flowered dress) said,"On the count of three we'll rush, shooting left right and center.
The man replied,"but we'll puncture the pressurised cabin!"
"Thats a chance were all going to have to take," Dirty Harrys said smoothly.

OOC-DIRTY HARRY! I WAS WAITING FOR YOU lol

OOC: OK, I'll use you guy/woman for a bit too, OK.

The door to the cockpit opened as the terrorist went to see what the shooting was about. As he opened the door he was met with the appearance of a tall man in a suit, and another man dressed in a flowery dress. That fraction of a second was all it took for Harry to swing the butt of the uzi into the man's face, ruining his facial structure and knocking him unconsious.

"No reason to alert the terrorists in the rear of the plane." he explained to Dirty Harry.

Quickly they tied up the terrorist up, and entered the cockpit.

"You're safe now." Harry told the crew, "Just get us to the nearest airport soon."

OOC: Wow...gj ppl. Well, almost gj. FYI, you took out all terrorists. Plane is safe. But, you also did one thing wrong. I think you guys killed one too many ppl..only four terrorists...but I'll let it go.
IC:
Jim felt himself come to, and was about to reach for his pistol before he realized that, not only had it been taken from him, he was handcuffed to a seat along with the terrorist pilot. Looking behind him, he saw that the other two terrorists were dead. "DAMNIT." he thought to himself. Two of four terrorists dead. Half of his team, gone.

Terrorist Cells' first attack had failed miserably. They had kept the plane for a little under twenty minutes. And, from what he could hear (the air marshall was on his cell phone with ground control), security had found out they were terrorists within minutes of takeoff.

All in all, two terorists dead, 2 captured, and only one civilian hit (in the lung), who seemed to be under treatment by a doctor.

"Oh well." he thought to himself, "At least FPS doesn't have the death penalty."

OOC: Wow...gj ppl. Well, almost gj. FYI, you took out all terrorists. Plane is safe. But, you also did one thing wrong. I think you guys killed one too many ppl..only four terrorists...but I'll let it go.
IC:
Jim felt himself come to, and was about to reach for his pistol before he realized that, not only had it been taken from him, he was handcuffed to a seat along with the terrorist pilot. Looking behind him, he saw that the other two terrorists were dead. "DAMNIT." he thought to himself. Two of four terrorists dead. Half of his team, gone.

Terrorist Cells' first attack had failed miserably. They had kept the plane for a little under twenty minutes. And, from what he could hear (the air marshall was on his cell phone with ground control), security had found out they were terrorists within minutes of takeoff.

All in all, two terorists dead, 2 captured, and only one civilian hit (in the lung), who seemed to be under treatment by a doctor.

"Oh well." he thought to himself, "At least FPS doesn't have the death penalty."

*Back on the ground in Liberty City*

"Hea Chief, we got some good news!"

"What? What's up?"

"The passengers of the plane were able to help gain control of the cockpit with the help of an air marshal. The pilots are back in control at the moment. I'm on the phone with air traffic control."

"Ok, call the marshal and ask him what airport he's going to. See if it's possible for them to come back here. The last thing I need is to file extrodition papers. Also, see if they're any more terrorists on the plane, go call now. I'll alert the teams to get ready for deployment."

"Will do chief. I'm on it now."

This isn't good, the pilot, Brian, muttered to himself. Jack, I am going to KILL you if we get off this plane alive. "You have terrible aim," he managed to say.

"What?"

They were at last in control of the cockpit. But they were far from in control of the plane. Jack's shot (that missed) had smashed into the controls, taking out all communications.

Further, it seemed, the control wasn't responsive.

"The flight systems are messed up," said Brian. "I no longer have as much control of the plane as I would like to."

"But you'll be able to steer and all right?" came a random call from behind, supposedly a passenger.

"Oh sure...you know, roughly, I can steer it. However, landing..."

Dirty Harry then said,"There was a big guy sitting next to me. Said he was a governer and an actor. Didn't get his name, but he looked pretty mad when the in flight movie came on. I'll go find him, he should be able to help if the controls need a lot of force to move."
Dirty Harry searced the plane but couldn't find the guy. "He's nine feet wide at the shoulders, where could he possibly hide?"Harry thought to himself. Finally he decided to search the bathroom, doubting he would find anybody in there, they had all gone down to take a look at the terrorists. Trying the door, he found it to be stuck. Looking at the "in use" sign under the door handle, he concluded somebody was in there. Pulling the 44 Magnum out he aimed at the door handle,"KABLAM!!!!" Blowing the mid left prtion of the door to to nothingness. He opened it and found the guy he was looking for...

Soon all the gunshots were over and Arnold considered taking a look outside, but countered it because in almost all his movies the guy hiding in the bathroom had his head blown off when he took a look outside (usually by him). Then all of a sudden there was a KABLAM!!!! Arnold wet himself right there and then. All the characters he killed in his movies, all 124 598 of them, were coming to get him he thought. The door opened and he saw it was the old lady. Except the old lady had a 44 Magnum and looked like a man. "Oh Gawd," Arnold said. he then turned and ripped a hole in the airplanes skin and jumped. He'd done this in quite a few of his movies but this time he thought he forgot something, couldn't quite place his finger on it.

The man in the bathroom screamed, turned and jumped through the airplanes thin aluminum skin. Air was gettin sucked out, the cabin was being depresurised at 30 000 feet! he closed the bathroom door, but since he blew the lock, there was no way to keep it closed. Then all of a sudden a man apeared by Dirty harry an said,"I'm MacGyver, looks like he need a way to keep that door closed to prevent the aircraft from depressurerisning. Well, with this paperclip, elastic band and horse dung from where I got, I don't know I'll, mmpphh!

Dirty Harry grabbed the man and wedged him in the hole of the door. "that should hold it," he said and headed back to the cockpit. "No luck, the guy bailed and started to depressurise the cockpit, but I plugged the hole."

OOC: bump.