Myrgyzstan
19-05-2006, 21:17
Months after the NSSR has been rebuilt from previous wars, people still want it better. The people of the NSSR decide to create a new building for the Stock Market. The new building has 100 floors, and is made of concrete. The building just looks like a square column with windows in it.
Bob, thats just a cover name, has been training for weeks to become a flight attendant. His plan was simple. Hijack a plane and then crash it. At the same time, Bob was learning karate. He also worked for a terrorist organization in the NSSR with big plans, and he was taking flying lessons.
"Bob 325, going ahead with Operation: Red Depression." said Bob into his radio.
"Okay, they trust you, right, the airline company?" said the other end.
"Yea, they think I'm just a guy trying to earn money who likes planes."
said Bob.
"Ok, you better go catch your flight!" were the last words Bob would hear from one of his friends.
Bob was a flight attendant one a flight from Scherbgrad to New Moscow. The plane was an RA-101, which is simaler to a Boeing 747. Bob luckily got the upper deck where the cockpit was. Bob didnt have any trouble at security, and he boarded the plane.
"Flight attendants take seats for takeoff." said the pilot over the PA system.
Bob sat down in his seat, waiting for the plane to take off and reach cruising altitude. The roar of the engines got louder, gravity seemed to be increasing on him. The plane was off the ground. Moments later, Bob got out of his seat, ready for action.
"Bob, could you bring some tea up to the cockpit?" said the pilot to Bob over the PA sytsem.
Lucky, I wont need my lock pick thought Bob. He remembered what his terrorist instructer told him. Put the pills in the drink, wait for them to dissolve, and the drinker would be un concious for the next few hours. That would give Bob enough time for his plan. Bob brought the tea up to the cockpit, and waited.
"You can go no..." and the pilot was out cold. Perfect.
Bob locked the door and took the pilot out of his seat, and threw him against the door. Bob turned of the radio transponder. Bob only had to fly about 50 more miles.
After a short flight, he said over the PA: "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be approaching New Moscow shortly."
Now was time for the plan.
The building stuck out of the skyline, and was an attack waiting to happen. Bob was coming closer. He began to sweat. Closer, sweater, Bob was nervous. He had to fly the plane at the right floor for it to collapse. Into floor 25. Hopefully, it would make the building fall like a tree, throwing debris everywhere, collapsing more buildings. Closer. A few more minutes. Bob could hear people screaming. "Oh my god! Were gonna fly into the building!" said one. Bob got on the PA system.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are having slight technical difficulties...YOUR ALL GONNA DIE!!!" he screamed.
People where screaming, crying, and praying. He was very close. Now he had to start flying lower towards the 25th floor. People where throwing things at the door to try to get in. He was only 50 meteres from the building when it happened. The co-pilot woke up, he was awoken by the peoples prayers and screaming. He pulled back on the control stick, forces the plane up. The plan was flying verticly, and people started to fly back. The plane started to slow. People flew back to the back of the plane. Near floor 50. The plan kept going up. Bob got out if his chair and tried to choke the co-pilot. Floor 75. The plane was going incredibly slow. Bob was amazed it wasn't stalling. The plane was higher than the top of the building. The co-pilot was still controllng the plane. Bob remembered his karate. On quick kick to the back of the head, out cold. Bob pushed the control stick forward, and the plane stalled. The 800,000plane was falling. People were screaming so loud, and Bob had a felling, that death was soon. the plane was falling with the back of the plane first, as all the people had fallen back there. The back of the plane hit the building, and Bob flew out of his seat. The force of the plane hitting the top of the building was tremendous. Bob bit his tongue so hard that he actually felt his top and bottom teeth touch. Bob blacked out.
Bob, thats just a cover name, has been training for weeks to become a flight attendant. His plan was simple. Hijack a plane and then crash it. At the same time, Bob was learning karate. He also worked for a terrorist organization in the NSSR with big plans, and he was taking flying lessons.
"Bob 325, going ahead with Operation: Red Depression." said Bob into his radio.
"Okay, they trust you, right, the airline company?" said the other end.
"Yea, they think I'm just a guy trying to earn money who likes planes."
said Bob.
"Ok, you better go catch your flight!" were the last words Bob would hear from one of his friends.
Bob was a flight attendant one a flight from Scherbgrad to New Moscow. The plane was an RA-101, which is simaler to a Boeing 747. Bob luckily got the upper deck where the cockpit was. Bob didnt have any trouble at security, and he boarded the plane.
"Flight attendants take seats for takeoff." said the pilot over the PA system.
Bob sat down in his seat, waiting for the plane to take off and reach cruising altitude. The roar of the engines got louder, gravity seemed to be increasing on him. The plane was off the ground. Moments later, Bob got out of his seat, ready for action.
"Bob, could you bring some tea up to the cockpit?" said the pilot to Bob over the PA sytsem.
Lucky, I wont need my lock pick thought Bob. He remembered what his terrorist instructer told him. Put the pills in the drink, wait for them to dissolve, and the drinker would be un concious for the next few hours. That would give Bob enough time for his plan. Bob brought the tea up to the cockpit, and waited.
"You can go no..." and the pilot was out cold. Perfect.
Bob locked the door and took the pilot out of his seat, and threw him against the door. Bob turned of the radio transponder. Bob only had to fly about 50 more miles.
After a short flight, he said over the PA: "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be approaching New Moscow shortly."
Now was time for the plan.
The building stuck out of the skyline, and was an attack waiting to happen. Bob was coming closer. He began to sweat. Closer, sweater, Bob was nervous. He had to fly the plane at the right floor for it to collapse. Into floor 25. Hopefully, it would make the building fall like a tree, throwing debris everywhere, collapsing more buildings. Closer. A few more minutes. Bob could hear people screaming. "Oh my god! Were gonna fly into the building!" said one. Bob got on the PA system.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are having slight technical difficulties...YOUR ALL GONNA DIE!!!" he screamed.
People where screaming, crying, and praying. He was very close. Now he had to start flying lower towards the 25th floor. People where throwing things at the door to try to get in. He was only 50 meteres from the building when it happened. The co-pilot woke up, he was awoken by the peoples prayers and screaming. He pulled back on the control stick, forces the plane up. The plan was flying verticly, and people started to fly back. The plane started to slow. People flew back to the back of the plane. Near floor 50. The plan kept going up. Bob got out if his chair and tried to choke the co-pilot. Floor 75. The plane was going incredibly slow. Bob was amazed it wasn't stalling. The plane was higher than the top of the building. The co-pilot was still controllng the plane. Bob remembered his karate. On quick kick to the back of the head, out cold. Bob pushed the control stick forward, and the plane stalled. The 800,000plane was falling. People were screaming so loud, and Bob had a felling, that death was soon. the plane was falling with the back of the plane first, as all the people had fallen back there. The back of the plane hit the building, and Bob flew out of his seat. The force of the plane hitting the top of the building was tremendous. Bob bit his tongue so hard that he actually felt his top and bottom teeth touch. Bob blacked out.