Chapter 99: Three New Maid
Both men had already donned oxygen masks. Beneath them, their faces were pale with terror. They clung to their controls, trying desperately to maintain balance despite the shattered windshield and Zack's intimidating presence. "Relax. I'm not going to kill you," Zack said, giving one of them a light pat on the shoulder. The pilot flinched so hard the plane shook, causing screams to erupt from the cargo hold below.
In the back, over 400 young pepole were crammed together, their screams echoing as the turbulence threw them off balance. Many huddled in fear, sobbing uncontrollably. "Shut up!" one of the two soldiers guarding the cargo hold yelled. Both men, armed with rifles, glared at the women with greedy eyes. "It's just a little turbulence! Quit crying, or I'll give you something to cry about!"
"Haha, look at them cry! These people really are something else," one of the soldiers said, laughing cruelly.
"I love it when they're scared. Makes it more fun later," the other added with a smirk. His lips curled into perverted smile, as his gaze locked into some of the woman in the crowd.
Their laughter echoed through the cabin, adding another layer of dread to the already harrowing situation. Meanwhile, Zack stood calmly in the cockpit, watching the scene unfold with cold eyes. Little did they know, while they were joking and having fun, a battle had already ended in the cockpit, and the boss they believed was dead was very much alive.
Meanwhile, the transport plane turned and adjusted its course, heading towards a new destination. "Contact the other plane. Tell them that if they don't want to be shot down, they better turn around and land in NYC," Zack ordered the two terrified pilots in the cockpit.
The second transport aircraft, realizing the situation had gone sideways, had already fled the scene. With a speed of less than Mach 1, Zack couldn't be bothered to give chase. Instead, he instructed the pilots of his plane to use the comms to call the other transport back, saving himself the trouble.
The two pilots, their faces pale with fear, immediately activated the radio and began calling. After a tense few moments, one of them stammered, "Th-they responded! They said... they'll follow us and land!"
The cold wind, biting at over ten degrees below zero, poured in through the shattered windshield, frosting the pilots' faces and leaving them trembling as they spoke. "Good. Now take us down—it's not far from here," Zack said coolly.