Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 39
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Falling in Public
Chapter 39
Ignoring Winston, Eddie turned kept his eyes on Holly.
"Are you going to be okay? How's the leg?" He glanced down as she moved the towel away to look. Her jeans seemed to be drying, thankfully, though they couldn't be comfortable caked with all that blood.
She shrugged, tossing the towel aside. "I think it's fine - or as well as it's going to get for now. I think it started when Sean's goon knocked me over. Ripped a few stitches out, is all." She smiled, though she couldn't hide the worry lining her face. "I don't suppose you know how to fly a plane?"
He shook his head, knowing they were running out of time. "I actually went to a few flight classes in college, but never finished the course. We'll think of something though." He stroked the side of her face, his hand falling away as the plane dipped again. "I'll be right back."
Sprinting for the curtain, he made sure to pull it closed behind him. Holly was obviously very strong, but the carnage in what normally would have been first class was a bit much even for his stomach to handle. He bent over to pick up a gun - it didn't matter whose, and he wasn't sure anyway - and continued forward until he reached the cabin door. Pointing the weapon at the door with one hand, he grasped the knob with the other, surprised when it opened easily.
Not nearly as surprised as the man who stepped over the threshold. He tried to move backward, but Eddie grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him forward, clocking him on the back of the head with the butt of the gun. The man slumped to the floor, and Eddie lunged back for the door, stopping it from swinging shut just in time.
Peering around the frame, he saw one man in the co-pilot seat, his hands on the yoke. Moving as quietly as possible, Eddie stepped inside and closed the door, engaging the lock.
"One wrong move, and I'll blow your head off," he said, pressing the barrel of the gun into the man's temple.
The pilot laughed. "You blow my head off, we all die," he replied, reaching to his right to flip a few switches. "We're on approach to Mr. Winston's private airfield, so why don't you just sit back and get comfortable. I'm sure Winston can straighten everything out when we're on the ground."
"What, you mean when we're surrounded by more of his men? I don't think so." Eddie looked for a fuel gauge, trying to remember where it should be located on the massive instrument panel. "How much fuel do we have left?"
The pilot shrugged, but he glanced to the left, and Eddie followed his gaze to the display. The needle was about midpoint on the dial, but he knew that didn't mean anything unless he knew their location. "Where's the nearest commercial airport?"
"A hundred miles away, at least. We don't have enough fuel."
In the center of the dash, a red light blinked on and off. The tag underneath indicated that it was the autopilot indicator, and there was a small switch just below the light. He thought about it for half a second, then brought the gun down hard on the pilot's head. Dragging the man off the controls, Eddie flipped the autopilot on and half-fell into one of the seats as the plane rocked, the computer taking over.
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Falling in Public
Chapter 39
Ignoring Winston, Eddie turned kept his eyes on Holly.
"Are you going to be okay? How's the leg?" He glanced down as she moved the towel away to look. Her jeans seemed to be drying, thankfully, though they couldn't be comfortable caked with all that blood.
She shrugged, tossing the towel aside. "I think it's fine - or as well as it's going to get for now. I think it started when Sean's goon knocked me over. Ripped a few stitches out, is all." She smiled, though she couldn't hide the worry lining her face. "I don't suppose you know how to fly a plane?"
He shook his head, knowing they were running out of time. "I actually went to a few flight classes in college, but never finished the course. We'll think of something though." He stroked the side of her face, his hand falling away as the plane dipped again. "I'll be right back."
Sprinting for the curtain, he made sure to pull it closed behind him. Holly was obviously very strong, but the carnage in what normally would have been first class was a bit much even for his stomach to handle. He bent over to pick up a gun - it didn't matter whose, and he wasn't sure anyway - and continued forward until he reached the cabin door. Pointing the weapon at the door with one hand, he grasped the knob with the other, surprised when it opened easily.
Not nearly as surprised as the man who stepped over the threshold. He tried to move backward, but Eddie grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him forward, clocking him on the back of the head with the butt of the gun. The man slumped to the floor, and Eddie lunged back for the door, stopping it from swinging shut just in time.
Peering around the frame, he saw one man in the co-pilot seat, his hands on the yoke. Moving as quietly as possible, Eddie stepped inside and closed the door, engaging the lock.
"One wrong move, and I'll blow your head off," he said, pressing the barrel of the gun into the man's temple.
The pilot laughed. "You blow my head off, we all die," he replied, reaching to his right to flip a few switches. "We're on approach to Mr. Winston's private airfield, so why don't you just sit back and get comfortable. I'm sure Winston can straighten everything out when we're on the ground."
"What, you mean when we're surrounded by more of his men? I don't think so." Eddie looked for a fuel gauge, trying to remember where it should be located on the massive instrument panel. "How much fuel do we have left?"
The pilot shrugged, but he glanced to the left, and Eddie followed his gaze to the display. The needle was about midpoint on the dial, but he knew that didn't mean anything unless he knew their location. "Where's the nearest commercial airport?"
"A hundred miles away, at least. We don't have enough fuel."
In the center of the dash, a red light blinked on and off. The tag underneath indicated that it was the autopilot indicator, and there was a small switch just below the light. He thought about it for half a second, then brought the gun down hard on the pilot's head. Dragging the man off the controls, Eddie flipped the autopilot on and half-fell into one of the seats as the plane rocked, the computer taking over.
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