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"You feel nice So ers running over his torso as if she wanted to touch hiiven hi it worse "Baby, I need you to focus"
Lan pushed the curtains aside that separated the main cabin from the back He had his backpack in his hands and tossed it on one of the chairs, rifling through it as he spoke "The hostess is dead So heavy, maybe a pan It’s not pretty back there Lots of blood I doubt she’s the one who drugged us Since I don’t think we have a stoay, that leaves the pilot He hit her a couple of times I checked the whole back, but couldn’t find the fucker
Fuck "Where is he? We need to find him"
"He’s in there" Cooper hitched a thumb back toward the cockpit "He’s dead"
That was bad news Could Cooper fly the plane? He’d only handled small aircraft with propellers before
"Who’s dead?" Alea asked, her head co up from Dane’s chest "Dead is sad No one should be dead Except for Khalil He was an asshole"
"What’s wrong with her?" Lan asked "Coop, maybe you should have a look at her"
"She’s just a lightweight," Dane shot back "Coop needs to fly the plane"
Alea gasped and tried to step back "As?"
"It’s fine" Dane pulled her closer, unwilling to let her get very far She raised her ar to put distance between thele was short-lived, and she finally let hied the wine You didn’t have o back there Can’t" Tears strea about the shit her captors had addicted her to "We’ll take care of you, baby Don’t worry"
"Dane, we have bigger problems," Cooper said "The pilot poisoned himself, but not before he also killed the radio and all the electrical equipment, then dumped most of the fuel"
Cooper’s words landed like a bo toward the earth even now
"Are you telling me that we’re over the Indian Ocean and we don’t have any fuel?" Dane asked
"I don’t knohere the fuck we are I don’t kno long we’ve been in flight I don’t have a fucking longitude or latitude I don’t have a goddamn radio to call for help because that dead fucker o doithout any hope of sending out a distress signal," Cooper said between clenched teeth
Dane pushed down his burst of panic He had to take things in hand or the others ht fall the fuck apart "Cooper, we’re not in trouble because you’re going to fly the plane"
"You know I’ve never flown anything like this," Cooper replied "And it’s not really flying since we’re going to be completely out of fuel in about five lide us down" Landon seemed to have picked up on Dane’s calm vibe "We have a couple of minutes What are our options? Do you see any land where we can set down? Should I look for parachutes?"
"Parachutes won’t work," Dane replied, settling Alea into a chair He didn’t want to leave her alone, but this was getting da down He had ten minutes tops to forainst the door will et closer to the water Our best bet is to try to find a place to put the plane down Coop, I need you in that cockpit If we’re lucky, maybe we’re not far off the coast of Indonesia or one of its islands Go look"
Cooper nodded and disappeared again
"I don’t even have a cell signal," Lan said, looking down at his phone
"Cell towers don’t cover great swaths of water, man But we all have apps on our phones that could be helpful Everyone try to waterproof your phones And save as et every bit of food you can find in back in case we aren’t rescued i to need water And see if there’s a life raft"
"What’s happening?" Alea asked a bithands
His first instinct was to coddle and protect her, tell her not to worry and to go back to sleep, but she was oing to need every available hand and resource if they had any hope of getting out of this alive
Dane sank to one knee and took her hands in his "Our plane has been sabotaged, and we’re crashing We need to do everything possible to e and find a way to survive I need you to focus"
She nodded, genuine tears running down her face, but he watched as she visibly straightened her spine and gathered her strength "Okay The cushions are floatation devices There should be an inflatable raft"
"The pilot took a knife to it," Lan said, tossing a big yellow thing into the cabin "It’s useless as a raft, but we could build a desalination unit with it If we can find some land I tossed the clothes out of this case I think it was the hostess’s It’s now holding water bottles and a bunch of snacks Hope you like crackers, peanuts, and pâté What the fuck is pâté made of?"
He didn’t have ti we can use to fish?"
"I’ve got land!" Cooper shouted
Dane shoved down his relief It wasn’t over yet
"I’ll find so to the back of the plane again
Alea stood just as the plane jerked and the engines died She staggered, and the truth hit hi now, and that could be very bad because they were dependent on a lot of factors they couldn’t control, like the wind, the current, and their speed
Alea lurched toward the cockpit just as the plane started to take a nosedive It almost immediately corrected with a jerk, then tilted the opposite direction She tu her close She stiffened but calasp
Damn it The body Cooper had shoved the pilot to the floor and now occupied his seat, his hand on the yoke The pilot had definitely poisoned himself, as evidenced by his blue lips and the empty cup he clutched in his hand Dead eyes stared up into nothingness