NationStates Jolt Archive

10:04 PM
Air Beatus Flight 305

The Boeing 727 was on schedule, and making good time. In the cabin, a man, flying under the name Doobie Keebler, left his seat, with his suitcase in hand, and proceeded toward the cockpit. When flight attendants met near the cockpit, he whispered to them, "I have a bomb. I don't want to use it, but I will if I must," he indicated the suitcase. "Now, let me into the cockpit." Before Doobie Keebler gained entry to the cockpit, the pilots made the following call.

Radio Broadcast on International Emergency frequency, 121.5 MHz.
"MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY, this is Blessed 305, Blessed 305, Blessed 305. MAYDAY, Blessed 305. Position ?? ?? North ??? ?? West. We have a hijacker on board. Hijacker claims to have a bomb. Hijacker is attempting to gain access to the cockpit. Will attempt to keep in communications as long as possible. We have 187 passengers on board. OVER."

OOC: Where is it flying? If its near Greal....

OOC: Char RP or what?

(OOC: it's flying near whoever responses first :) .)

(OOC: You can RP passengers from your nation on board the airplane, or air traffic controllers responding to the distress call, or both.)

Two Greal F-22 Raptors lifted off to intercept the plane.

OOC: Sorry for the sucky post.

Watching the situation unfold in row 14 in the economy class, Rob Fields, a 49 year old man with a strong but aging field, was trying to figure out what was he could do. He didn't see anyone around him who looked like they might be with the hijacker - they weren't scanning over the people to see what people were doing. All eyes were up front.

He didn't know if there were any other ViZionarians on the flight, but he did know he had four kids and a wife who he loved and wanted to see again. So he leaned down and opened up his carry-on bag. Sifting thru it, he came across some a hairblower - the one he doesn't use but his wife constantly makes him take with him anyway. It was corded. Hmm... a cord... he thought, slipping it into the pouch on the back of the seat.

Looking through it again, he found his comb. Then his flashlight. He again slipped those into the pouch before sliding his bag back under the seat in front of him. A cord... a comb... a flashlight... he thought to himself again.

He then looked around him. Looking to see if anyone else was working on a plan that he could see...

Doobie Keebler was unable to gain entry to the cockpit, but was still able to communicate with the pilots. He adjusted his mirrored sunglasses, and decided it was time to address the passengers. He stood in the front of the plane, looking back at the passengers, and said, "I have hijacked the plane. I have a bomb. I do not want to use it, but will if I have too. If everyone just listens to my instructions, and doesn't try anything funny, than we will all get through this, thank you."

"Blessed 305, this is the Greal Air Force General speaking. Please update us on the situation."

the Two F-22 Raptors were now trailing the plane.But they didn't move any closer in fear of provoking the bomber to blow the plane up. Two more F-22 Raptors lifted off.

The message was recieved at the island of Ugotini, and island owned by three nation of the United Defense Directorate: The Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter,The Covenant Nation of Shenyang, and Vanek Drury Brieres. The Dominion section, owned and operated by United WeaponsTech, their largest weapons manufacturer, was an R&D facility for LTL weapons-less than legal.

As it stood, they were the closest landmass at 100 miles distant and needed to test some aftermarket engines on a pair of DAF MiG 41 Firefoxes.

"Roger that Blessed 305, this is Ugotini Air Traffic Control. We are about 100 miles to your west and are scrambling fighters. Try your best to maintain control and move towards our position. Teams on the ground are standing by."

As the two black fighters roared down the runway, their pulse-detonation starters in the engines leaving an echo in the surrounding mountains, SAM batteries were put on standby. It also went without saying that if the yagreed to change course and lost control of the craft they would never come within visual range of the island.

Various 'experiments' and 'tests' were rolled, driven, hauled, and herded into underground holding pens while the reception area was prepared. Teams in fully enclosed body armor wielding assault rifles were waiting to the side of the runway, more than large enough to land a passenger jet. All the while, the aircraft closed with their target.

"To Greal ground. we have an unidentified individual on the plane, claiming to have a bomb. He is making the following demands, $2,000,000,000 in unmarked, non-sequential $20 bills, permission to land at the nearest airport to take on fuel. He says that once we are on the ground, he will release 20 passengers, one of which will be required to bring him the aforementioned money, and will release another twenty once the plane has been fueled, and the money has been checked. He has failed to gain access to the cockpit at this time."

"To Greal ground. we have an unidentified individual on the plane, claiming to have a bomb. He is making the following demands, $2,000,000,000 in unmarked, non-sequential $20 bills, permission to land at the nearest airport to take on fuel. He says that once we are on the ground, he will release 20 passengers, one of which will be required to bring him the aforementioned money, and will release another twenty once the plane has been fueled, and the money has been checked. He has failed to gain access to the cockpit at this time."

"You are cleared to land at Sasha International airport to take on fuel. We will try to gather the money as bets we could."

Greal airport security evacuated one airstrip, to prevent people from going onto the plane. SWAT team arrived in case drastic measures are need. Hundreds of onlookers were ordered to leave, but many of them stayed.

"Roger, Greal ground."

Flight 305 changed course, and headed towards Greal. Forty-five minutes later, the plane touched down on a runway at Sasha International airport.

"Greal ground, this is Blessed 305, is the money ready?"

Calm and collected, Matteo Carducci looked out his window at the welcome sight of Sasha International Airport's control tower. An engineer at Air Ruccola, he was still trying to figure out why the hijacker had targeted this flight in particular. He couldn't think of anything or anyone of note onboard, and it didn't seem as though the hijacker had some sort of political agenda in mind.

And then it occurred to him. "We're on a 727! The hijacker must know that there's an airstair at the very aft of the aircraft," he thought to himself. Realising that this was most probably involved with the hijacker's getaway plan, he took out a pen and ripped out a page from the inflight magazine, and proceeded to write a short message for the cabin crew to see:


Dear Cabin Crew,

I've just realised something important. The hijacker is probably going to use the rear airstair to make his escape. I don't know if he's crazy enough to deploy it in flight, but I suggest telling the ground crew and asking them to check if an aerodynamic wedge has been installed to prevent that from happening. I hope you find this information useful in your efforts to apprehend him.

- A concerned passenger

Matteo folded up his message and waited for the aircraft to taxi to a stop. At his first opportunity, he pressed the flight attendant call button above him, feigning extreme thirst.

[OOC: Some guy from the country of Georgia should appear out of nowhere and hack the hijacker's head off. That would be funny.]

[OOC: Some guy from the country of Georgia should appear out of nowhere and hack the hijacker's head off. That would be funny.]

OOC: You mean Stalin?

The aircraft had of course been installed with a Cooper vane. A Flight Attendant went and retrieved the note. She did not know about such an aerodynamic wedge, but as the only communications with the Pilots, who could communicate with the ground crews, were being watched by Doobie Keebler, she could do noting.

"Roger, Greal ground."

Flight 305 changed course, and headed towards Greal. Forty-five minutes later, the plane touched down on a runway at Sasha International airport.

"Greal ground, this is Blessed 305, is the money ready?"

"We have the money, with some help from the Beatusian government. Are all the passengers safe?"

Greal trucks full of cash drove up to the airport. Police car's sirens could be heard in the distance. Hundreds of Greal soldiers were sealing off the area.

Richard Thornsburry, a 54 year old ex-convict from ViZion who was renound for being one of the most daring and successful bank robbers ever in recent ViZionarian history, had been taking refuge in Greal to keep away from the ViZionarian police who had a warrant out on him for his last theft.

However, he was always keeping up-to-date on news from all sources within ViZion. And one thing was catching his attention - the hijacking. And the sum of money that was being demanded and reportedly rushed to an airport in Greal. Riiiight oooonnnnn... he thought.

He was a huge fan of the black markets around the globe. He loved traveling and finding goodies. Today, there would be a few things that would be helping him. He rushed down to the basement on the old apartment complex he was staying in. Grabbing something long and wrapped up in a blanket, he hurriedly put it into the trunk of his old car. Rushing back into the basement, he grabbed two boxes filled with something. What exactly - well, the convoy of money would soon be finding out.

It now had been 15 minutes since he last checked on the news. He made his way back into his small apartment. A couple more minutes, and he found out what he was waiting for - Sasha International Airport. The closest airport to him, only twenty minutes away. This is perfect.

He rushed back to his car and began making his way. While he did not know much, he did know this; There was a ton of money to be made, and if he is not to have it - no one would.

He set off in search of this convoy. He knew they were in a hurry, and he knew they would not be unguarded - so all he would need to do to find them would be find and follow the sirons, then find the best location to intercept.

(OOC: If you don't mind... ;) make things interesting. Also are they traveling through a city/town, or the country? And sorry the post isn't great, was rushing it a little)

(OOC: I was expecting something like this. I mean, a bank robber would go after two billion dollars in cash)

The trucks drove down a road toward the airport. Their escorts were two hundred motorcycles with police officers. One Humvee was leading the convoy and moving away traffic. Hundreds of bystanders wondered what was up.

A bank robber, Joesph Jones, saw the convoy, and he instantly knew it was carrying money because if it were military secrets, Greal soldiers would be guarding them, not police. He grabbed his assault rifle and called up his gang, they quickly took a short cut to intercept the convoy.

"Ahhhh..." he said aloud, "I her 'em... here comes payday!"

As he made his way towards the convoy, he was able to see what he was up against. "Good, good... so typical, these government and business types." he thought outloud as he began rushing ahead.

He pulled into a parking garage a couple miles ahead, going up to the fourth floor - high enough to where people wouldn't be parking to much, low enough to not be seen from above. He parked, rushed around and grabbed his three things - the two medium sized boxes and his item he had wrapped up. He made his way around to the side of the building. "They should be here in a minute..." he said. He then upwrapped his Steyr AMR / IWS 2000 long-range sniper rifle. High powered, it should do the job. He then opened his two boxes. One contained RGD-5 grenades, the other a mix of stun grenades and smoke grenades. He then laughed quietly to himself.

He set himself up, propping up the sniper rifle. And then there they were. Aiming for the head of the lead Hummer driver, he squeezed the trigger. "I got you now, baby..." he said.

Meanwhile, on the flight, Rob saw the man writing a note and passing it off to the flight attendant. The man was just a row ahead of him and on the other side of the aisle. Pssstt... he said quietly, trying to get the mans attention. "Hey..." he then whispered, hoping the man had good hearing.

"Ahhhh..." he said aloud, "I her 'em... here comes payday!"

As he made his way towards the convoy, he was able to see what he was up against. "Good, good... so typical, these government and business types." he thought outloud as he began rushing ahead.

He pulled into a parking garage a couple miles ahead, going up to the fourth floor - high enough to where people wouldn't be parking to much, low enough to not be seen from above. He parked, rushed around and grabbed his three things - the two medium sized boxes and his item he had wrapped up. He made his way around to the side of the building. "They should be here in a minute..." he said. He then upwrapped his Steyr AMR / IWS 2000 long-range sniper rifle. High powered, it should do the job. He then opened his two boxes. One contained RGD-5 grenades, the other a mix of stun grenades and smoke grenades. He then laughed quietly to himself.

He set himself up, propping up the sniper rifle. And then there they were. Aiming for the head of the lead Hummer driver, he squeezed the trigger. "I got you now, baby..." he said.

The shot hit the man's shoulder, he was surprised, and he pressed his foot on the gas, which made the Humvee drive faster. The Trucks struggled to ekeep up. Then, there were gunshots.

Jones and his gang attacked the last truck, which were guarded by ten police officers with masks on. Jones shot one of them with his assault rifle, while his other men attacked. Jones second in command went down after being hit by shots from the police. But, his men grabbed the one truck and drove off, with police in pursuit.

Police cars were now everywhere. They guarded the convoy from the side. The money had to get to the airport.

Air Beatus Flight 305, Sasha International Airport

Hearing a whisper behind him, Matteo turned around. He saw another passenger across the aisle looking at him. "Yes?" he whispered, keeping his voice low so as not to attract the attention of the hijacker.

The shot hit the man's shoulder, he was surprised, and he pressed his foot on the gas, which made the Humvee drive faster. The Trucks struggled to ekeep up. Then, there were gunshots.

Jones and his gang attacked the last truck, which were guarded by ten police officers with masks on. Jones shot one of them with his assault rifle, while his other men attacked. Jones second in command went down after being hit by shots from the police. But, his men grabbed the one truck and drove off, with police in pursuit.

Police cars were now everywhere. They guarded the convoy from the side. The money had to get to the airport.
"DAMNIT!" he yelled. "Oh, now what... what the fuck! Others? This in MY LOOT YOU ASSHATS!" he screamed, reaching for a grenate and a flashbang, throwing the grenate after arming it a few feet in front of the truck so it should, if not flip it, so enough damage to stop it. He then threw the flashbang towards one of the middle vehicles, hoping to blind the driver.

Air Beatus Flight 305, Sasha International Airport

Hearing a whisper behind him, Matteo turned around. He saw another passenger across the aisle looking at him. "Yes?" he whispered, keeping his voice low so as not to attract the attention of the hijacker.

"What were you writing? We need to do something - these things never work out for us passengers!" he said with a low voice.

"To Greal ground, the hijacker is sending out 20 hostages, he says that you should give the money to one of them, and send him back with it, then he will release another twenty."

Doobie Keebler walked down the aisle and picked out twenty passengers, one of which was Rob from imported_ViZion. "You get to leave, and tell them that everyone here is alright, and that they better have my money!" He had the airstairs opened, and ordered the flight attendants to help the people exit the plane through them.

"Ya... right." Rob said, having packed his 'equipment' underneith his puffy jacket. He continued to sit for a minute to see what the man would do, one of his hands having reached under his jacket.

He watched as one of the men he told to go just sat there, "Hey, you," he pointed to a nearby flight attendant, "come over here, and help this guy get of the plane." The flight attendant came over, and asked the man if everything was alright.

"DAMNIT!" he yelled. "Oh, now what... what the fuck! Others? This in MY LOOT YOU ASSHATS!" he screamed, reaching for a grenate and a flashbang, throwing the grenate after arming it a few feet in front of the truck so it should, if not flip it, so enough damage to stop it. He then threw the flashbang towards one of the middle vehicles, hoping to blind the driver.

Police became aware of another enemy at the scene. As the grenade halted the front truck, the rest of the trucks drove by, they had to get to the airport at all costs. Greal SWAT teams arrived at the scene and stormed the building where the “sniper” was. The drivers became confused after another explosion.

He watched as one of the men he told to go just sat there, "Hey, you," he pointed to a nearby flight attendant, "come over here, and help this guy get of the plane." The flight attendant came over, and asked the man if everything was alright.
"What do you think. Hey, asshat, you come over here yourself." he said, aiming the 'request' at the hijacker. "Come on over and help me up."

Police became aware of another enemy at the scene. As the grenade halted the front truck, the rest of the trucks drove by, they had to get to the airport at all costs. Greal SWAT teams arrived at the scene and stormed the building where the “sniper” was. The drivers became confused after another explosion.
Hearing the swat making their way up, he began throwing three more grenades at the front of the trucks still going. He then turned, tossed two flashbangs towards where the SWAT team was coming from, and then, grabbing his gun and two boxes, made a run for it heading down towards the street.

Hearing the swat making their way up, he began throwing three more grenades at the front of the trucks still going. He then turned, tossed two flashbangs towards where the SWAT team was coming from, and then, grabbing his gun and two boxes, made a run for it heading down towards the street.

Lieutenant Johnson, managed to ignore the flashbangs and ran after the "sniper". Johnson carried an assault rifle, a bullet proof vest, and several gas grenades. He also wore a gas mask. He fired at the sniper, yelling at him to stop.

He rounded a corner and stopped just around. Hearing the man run up behind, he ran back around to bodyslam the SWAT member.

He rounded a corner and stopped just around. Hearing the man run up behind, he ran back around to bodyslam the SWAT member.

Johnson was a little surprised, but he recovered quickly due to his training and drew his pistol and aimed it at the man’s head.

Doobie Keebler was feed up now, this punk wasn't going to push him around. "You want me to come over there?" Doobie Keebler said to the man. He walked over the the passenger, and standing a good distance away from the passenger, who was still in his seat, he swung his suitcase at the man's head.

The two MiG-41's closed on the jet liner with impressive speed, falling in to the side of the Greal fighters. A quick scan from the onboard computers them to be of the Greal AF. One of the pilots opened a channel to the Raptors,

"Greal aircraft, this is Falcon-20 of the Dominion Air Force requesting SITREP."

At the same time the communication was sent back to the Tower, who were now analyzing possible outcomes from this new development.

The two MiG-41's closed on the jet liner with impressive speed, falling in to the side of the Greal fighters. A quick scan from the onboard computers them to be of the Greal AF. One of the pilots opened a channel to the Raptors,

"Greal aircraft, this is Falcon-20 of the Dominion Air Force requesting SITREP."

At the same time the communication was sent back to the Tower, who were now analyzing possible outcomes from this new development.

“The hijacked plane as landed at Sasha International Airport. The ransom money is being delayed by robbers. Currently the hijacker will release 20 hostages in exchange for 2 billion dollars.”

The F-22s circled above the hijacked plane that had just landed Greal SWAT tams were waiting.

Johnson was a little surprised, but he recovered quickly due to his training and drew his pistol and aimed it at the man’s head.
A large grin appears on his head. And then a click. A second later, he showed the grenade he was holding behind him, and rolled it towards the man, then turning to run. He knew the SWAT officer had two choices - kill and be killed, or try to save himself and be delayed in his pursuit.

Doobie Keebler was feed up now, this punk wasn't going to push him around. "You want me to come over there?" Doobie Keebler said to the man. He walked over the the passenger, and standing a good distance away from the passenger, who was still in his seat, he swung his suitcase at the man's head.
He ducked and quickly pulled the flashlight out of his jacket, turning it on and shining it into the hijackers eyes, then jumping up, tossing the flashlight to who he had spoken to just moments ago who had wrote the note. Grabbing his blowdrier, he charged over and went to choke him with the cord.

A large grin appears on his head. And then a click. A second later, he showed the grenade he was holding behind him, and rolled it towards the man, then turning to run. He knew the SWAT officer had two choices - kill and be killed, or try to save himself and be delayed in his pursuit.

The grenade exploded, killing or wounding Johnson. No one could see through the smoke. Another SWAT team member grabbed his sniper rifle and fired away at the enemy "sniper".

Richard, the sniper, was injured in the blast, but he was still above to move. He was lucky the corner was right there, and hoped that the other SWAT members didn't know. Regardless, he threw one more grenade into the smoke and began limping away as fast as he could, leaving the gun but carrying the two boxes.

He then grabbed one of the flashbangs and prepared to use it when the SWAT members came within sight again.

Richard, the sniper, was injured in the blast, but he was still above to move. He was lucky the corner was right there, and hoped that the other SWAT members didn't know. Regardless, he threw one more grenade into the smoke and began limping away as fast as he could, leaving the gun but carrying the two boxes.

He then grabbed one of the flashbangs and prepared to use it when the SWAT members came within sight again.

More SWAT teams were now in pursuit. They were eager to catch the man, and also for what he did to Johnson. Jack led a team of four down another street and managed to intercept the "sniper"

The two Firefoxes confirmed it, gave the traditional 'wing-tilt' salute to the Greal fighters, and shot off over the ocean. Once this was relayed to the Tower, word was sent to the Central Office in First City. Something sinister was brewing...

Air Beatus Flight 305, Sasha International Airport

"What were you writing? We need to do something - these things never work out for us passengers!" he said with a low voice.
Before Matteo had time to respond and explain his message, the hijacker came around to pick out the lucky passengers who were allowed to leave the aircraft. He quickly turned his head to watch the hijacker, pretending that he had never noticed the man across the aisle.

He ducked and quickly pulled the flashlight out of his jacket, turning it on and shining it into the hijackers eyes, then jumping up, tossing the flashlight to who he had spoken to just moments ago who had wrote the note. Grabbing his blowdrier, he charged over and went to choke him with the cord.
Seeing the man's bravery, he caught the torch and quickly brought it down on the hijacker, aiming for the back of his head.

Air Beatus Flight 305, Sasha International Airport


Before Matteo had time to respond and explain his message, the hijacker came around to pick out the lucky passengers who were allowed to leave the aircraft. He quickly turned his head to watch the hijacker, pretending that he had never noticed the man across the aisle.


Seeing the man's bravery, he caught the torch and quickly brought it down on the hijacker, aiming for the back of his head.


The Hijacker lay on the floor of the airplane, gasping for breath. The suitcase lay next to him.

Standing over the man, he grabbed the suitcase. "SOMEONE OPEN A DOOR!!!!" he yelled as he began making his way to the closest exit. "And guys, pin him on the ground. Don't let him get up."

Matteo paused for a split second, momentarily stunned by the speed of events unfolding around him. Hearing the fellow passenger's call, he rapidly sat on Keebler to prevent him from moving. "Help me hold him down!" he shouted, beckoning the passengers seated in the surrounding rows to assist him in his efforts to subdue the hijacker.

More SWAT teams were now in pursuit. They were eager to catch the man, and also for what he did to Johnson. Jack led a team of four down another street and managed to intercept the "sniper"
Richard was not a terribly fit man these days. Things he used to be able to do even five years ago he could not do now. He could not shock them into disbelief with his ninja-like athleticism and skills. He could not outrun then. And he could not fit them and win.

So he did what any sensable man who felt he could not escape would do. He grabbed two grenades. Uncorked them with his teeth. And held them for a full two seconds. Before tossing it at the door a few feet from him in hopes it could blow the door down.

Doobie Keebler wasn't a very healthy man. He was gasping as the stress from the passenger revolt induced a heart-attack. "My...M-y... Hea...art," he gasped.

Richard was not a terribly fit man these days. Things he used to be able to do even five years ago he could not do now. He could not shock them into disbelief with his ninja-like athleticism and skills. He could not outrun then. And he could not fit them and win.

So he did what any sensable man who felt he could not escape would do. He grabbed two grenades. Uncorked them with his teeth. And held them for a full two seconds. Before tossing it at the door a few feet from him in hopes it could blow the door down.

The door was blown to pieces. meanwhile, Greal SWAT teams sighted him and begun shooting.

He jumped thru the door, hurting severely from the blast a couple minutes prior. Grabbing another grenade, he tossed it back towards the door as he made his way into the darkened warehouse.

He jumped thru the door, hurting severely from the blast a couple minutes prior. Grabbing another grenade, he tossed it back towards the door as he made his way into the darkened warehouse.

SWAT team began to surround the warehouse. They fired gas canisters inside.

the grenade blew open the damaged door even more.

Air Beatus Flight 305, Sasha International Airport
Doobie Keebler wasn't a very healthy man. He was gasping as the stress from the passenger revolt induced a heart-attack. "My...M-y... Hea...art," he gasped.
Hearing the hijacker's gasps, Matteo got up and called out, "Are there any doctors or nurses onboard? This man needs help!" He looked around and saw that nobody was coming forward. In desperation, he placed his left palm on Keebler's chest, put his right hand on top and began pressing down in a pumping motion. Thankfully, he remembered some of his first aid training from a course he had taken out of interest a few years back.

SWAT team began to surround the warehouse. They fired gas canisters inside.

the grenade blew open the damaged door even more.
Hundreds - maybe thousands - of metal containers of all sizes filled the warehouse.

Finding a small one nessled in the middle of a group, he managed to pry it open quickly, climb in, and close it again. If they opened it, he had another plan.

The man was to late to save Doobie Keebler. Moments later, he gave a great breath, then stopped breathing. Seconds later the suitcase began beeping rapidly.

Robert had been waiting for someone to open the door, but when he hear the beeping, he gave the window a few swift kicks before they gave way and he quickly disposed of the suitcase thru the window.

The suitcase continued to beep, more and more rapidly, as the timer inside counted down. Triggered by a heartbeat monitor on Doobie Keebler, when the time reached zero, it would transmit a single to the bomb located in Doobie Keebler's luggage in the planes cargo area, which would then explode. The timer was at 10 seconds.

Hundreds - maybe thousands - of metal containers of all sizes filled the warehouse.

Finding a small one nessled in the middle of a group, he managed to pry it open quickly, climb in, and close it again. If they opened it, he had another plan.

One of the SWAT team members, furious that he couldn't find the sniper, began searching for heat signatures. He found two, he fired at one, but it turned out to be a homeless dog, he aimed at the other outside the container,. and fired.

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Meanwhile the first of the trucks had arrived at the airport to deliver the money.

The shot hit his left arm. With a furious and pain-filled yell, he kicked the door open and tossed out another grenade, followed a couple seconds later by a flashbang, towards the direction of the shot. He knew he was trapped, but he wasn't going to make it easy on them.

The shot hit his left arm. With a furious and pain-filled yell, he kicked the door open and tossed out another grenade, followed a couple seconds later by a flashbang, towards the direction of the shot. He knew he was trapped, but he wasn't going to make it easy on them.

SWAT could not be easily confused, they spread out into an arc, that way if the enemy ran toward them, they could lay shot after shot on him. The flash bang confused them for a few seconds, then they saw the door being kicked opened, and someone running toward them.
“Put your hands on your head or I’ll shoot!”

Out of energy and just about out of idea's, he glanced up towards the back corner of the soon, and then did a double take, his jaw dropping, and one of the two boxes slipping out of his arm and to the floor.

Roger Banks was very confused. He looked at the head pilot sitting next to him in the cockpit. He heard commotion outside the cockpit but didn't want to open the door for the risk of the hi-jacker getting in. He had only been a co-pilot for 2 years. He was scared but didn't want to show it. He sat wondering what was happening outside the door.

Out of energy and just about out of idea's, he glanced up towards the back corner of the soon, and then did a double take, his jaw dropping, and one of the two boxes slipping out of his arm and to the floor.

OOC: What are in the boxes? Seemed to have forgotten myself.

Roger began glancing around and couldn't hold it in any longer he began to weep. The pilot next to him didn't say anything. Roger began to stand up, but the head pilot motioned for him to sit back down.

Meanwhile the first of the trucks had arrived at the airport to deliver the money.

Just as the trucks neared the plane, the timer in the suitcase reached zero, and the explosives in the cargo area detonated. The explosion rocked the plane. It split the plane in half behind the wings. Luckily the nearly empty gas tanks did not explode. When Doobie Keebler's suitcase had been loaded onto the plane, someone else's suitcase had been loaded on top of it. That suitcase was loaded with 50 glass bottles of Beatusian bottled water, which was not supposed to be taken out off the Beatus. During the landing in Greal, the bottles broke, and water leaked down into Doobie Keebler's suitcase, and much of the gunpowder in the bomb became wet and led to the reduction in explosive force of the bomb.

Roger heard A boom and the plane began to rock. He deployed the oxygen masks. The explosion was near the cockpit. After the explosion ended Roger looked towards the head pilot, but only saw a burned corpse and a gaping whole in the side of the cockpit. Roger knew at that moment he was a very lucky man.

Just as the trucks neared the plane, the timer in the suitcase reached zero, and the explosives in the cargo area detonated. The explosion rocked the plane. It split the plane in half behind the wings. Luckily the nearly empty gas tanks did not explode. When Doobie Keebler's suitcase had been loaded onto the plane, someone else's suitcase had been loaded on top of it. That suitcase was loaded with 50 glass bottles of Beatusian bottled water, which was not supposed to be taken out off the Beatus. During the landing in Greal, the bottles broke, and water leaked down into Doobie Keebler's suitcase, and much of the gunpowder in the bomb became wet and led to the reduction in explosive force of the bomb.

Greal troops surrounded the plane, and doctors approached the plane cautiously. They were prepared to take the plan by force. Greal trucks were protected by SWAT.

Roger stood up and looked out the gaping hole and saw what he felt like was heaven: Trucks, Swat Trucks, doctors were approaching the plane. Roger tried to get their attention.

Roger can't get their attention. He turns to the door the commotion has stopped, but is very skeptical about what he should do next.

OOC: Is anybody doing this anymore?

The man was to late to save Doobie Keebler. Moments later, he gave a great breath, then stopped breathing.
Matteo realised his efforts were in vain, as he felt the lack of any breathing and no sign of a pulse after pressing two fingers on the hijacker's neck. Hearing the beeping of the suitcase and seeing the sight of the other passenger toss it out a window, he hunkered down on the floor, bracing for an explosion outside the aircraft.

Just as the trucks neared the plane, the timer in the suitcase reached zero, and the explosives in the cargo area detonated. The explosion rocked the plane. It split the plane in half behind the wings.
Fortunately, Matteo was in the forward economy class cabin, which meant that he was well away from the location of the explosion. The force of the bomb threw him against one of the adjacent seats, bruising him slightly, as the passengers around him screamed in horror. He got up to find that the aircraft had broken in two further aft, with wreckage and debris littering that section of the cabin. "Is everyone alright?" he yelled out.

Roger hears someone call out, and runs into the cabin. It is filled with smoke. "Hello, is anyone there?"

OOC: What are in the boxes? Seemed to have forgotten myself.
OOC: The box he dropped has the flashbangs, the box still in his arm has a couple grenades left...

Tucker Island - you cant quite just jump in like that in the middle of a roleplay that's almost finished - not in the way you did, anyway. You need to get a feel for the roleplay if you do enter (and normally, when things are this far along, it's good to ask if you can join before you do ;)) In this case, the bomb exploded in the enter of the aircraft, for example. Not in the front. In addition, your one-two liner posts don't cut it - they need more discription. This is probably why no one has replied to you yet.

If you have any questions or need any help, let me or any of us know. And please, go here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=545309 look it over and ask any questions you have. :) Good luck and welcome to nationstates!

With the force of the explosion, Rob was thrown against the wall. After a moment, he came to, having been knocked out. "Ouch... What the fuck." he murmered quietly, rubbing his head, then his shoulder and back as he began standing up. The aircraft had been split in half.

Roger began looking through the smoke frantically. He couldn't see anyone but kept hearing voices. Then he saw a shadow begin to rise from the floor.

OOC: The box he dropped has the flashbangs, the box still in his arm has a couple grenades left...

Tucker Island - you cant quite just jump in like that in the middle of a roleplay that's almost finished - not in the way you did, anyway. You need to get a feel for the roleplay if you do enter (and normally, when things are this far along, it's good to ask if you can join before you do ;)) In this case, the bomb exploded in the enter of the aircraft, for example. Not in the front. In addition, your one-two liner posts don't cut it - they need more discription. This is probably why no one has replied to you yet.

If you have any questions or need any help, let me or any of us know. And please, go here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=545309 look it over and ask any questions you have. :) Good luck and welcome to nationstates!

OOC: Ok I'll try to be more descriptive.

Out of energy and just about out of idea's, he glanced up towards the back corner of the soon, and then did a double take, his jaw dropping, and one of the two boxes slipping out of his arm and to the floor.

The flash bangs did not confuse SWAT and they still aimed at him. They now surrounded him.

"Put that box on the ground slowly! Or I'll shoot!"

"You shoot, these drop - and there's a lot of power in them." he said with a grin.

"You shoot, these drop - and there's a lot of power in them." he said with a grin.

"Alright, what do you want?" asked the SWAT guys.

Air Beatus Flight 305, Sasha International Airport
Roger began looking through the smoke frantically. He couldn't see anyone but kept hearing voices. Then he saw a shadow begin to rise from the floor.
After looking around and checking to see if the passengers around him were okay, Matteo noticed one of the pilots coming towards him. "The hijacker's dead," he stated, matter-of-factly. "Radio ground control and tell them we're free to leave, and that we most probably need medical help for passengers further aft."

"Alright, what do you want?" asked the SWAT guys.
"I want the hell out of here. That's what I want." he responded, ready to drop the box at a seconds notice.