All is calm.
I relax a little as I lean back into the soft seat. Looking out the window, I can see only clouds. There’s still food on this flimsy tray. I pick up the knife.
I take out my phone and dial the number.
"Sir, you can’t use that in here."
Stupid bitch shouldn’t be allowed on planes.
"Sir? You really can’t u-"
I snap my phone shut as I grab the air stewardess and hold the knife to her throat.
People start screaming. A man stands up. He’s trying to calm everyone down. He asks me to put the knife down. I, of course, tell him what I want.
The bitch won’t stop crying as we head to the captain’s cabin. The “hero” is here too. The door opens to the cabin. I slit the stewardess’s throat and use the spray to blind the co-pilot. The man grabs the captain and stabs him in the chest with a knife. We finish off the co pilot and get in the seats after locking the cabin doors.
There’s blood all over the controls. I set coordinates for the island as my partner turns the plane off course. We can still hear screaming from behind the cabin doors. People trying to get in. Those doors are built to keep hijackers out. How ironic.
No real landing zone for a 777 on the island but we make do. I take the gun off the captain and fire a few shots through the door. We walk out and herd the passengers onto the beach. The 2 bodies outside the door are no exception.
Our team comes out of the forest carrying our automatic weapons. We spend the next hour murdering and torturing the remaining passengers. We crucify roughly 200 of them on the beach.
We leave the island via boat, scattering oil and debris on nearby coastlines. Our message has already been made known.