GHOST PROTOCOL

"We want to transfer everyone on-board".

Even without being present in the cabins right now, I knew that there was a lot of murmuring going on. 

They were all scared, we all were. 

 I knew just the perfect motivation right now.

"All passengers, this is your Captain speaking" I said over the radio again. " I know that you are all very confused right now and scared, trust me I am scared too. If you have noticed, the turbulence has stopped, but one engine is still on fire, the reason being that this aircraft is currently being carried by another powerful aircraft". I tried to put it in the simplest English my brain could process right now.

"The aircraft below us is currently being piloted by Neon Adnell''. 

This time I could hear the shouting, more like cheering, right here in the cockpit. 

I breathe a sigh of relief. 

Everybody in the world knew Neon Adnell, the fifteen year old kid who illegally flew and landed a plane on water saving close to two hundred lives. 

Even though the water was shallow, 

people could not help but compare him to Captain Sully. He technically got the chance to meet the real Captain Sully in person. I knew that calling his name right now would be the strand of hope every one needed to hold on to.

"We have less than five minutes to evacuate. Please do not panic, remain seated. Around you are flight attendants, together with myself and the co-pilot we would make sure everyone is safe."

As soon as I finished speaking, my co-pilot Bruce and I exited the cockpit. I did not even take a second glance at the place where I almost breathed my last breath.

"All the children and the aged would be let down , while the rest would use the door." I instructed the stewardess walking besides me down the aisle briefly.

When the boys told me that we had to transfer some passengers through the door too, I couldn't help but worry. 

It is so obvious what would happen if the door of a plane opens in mid air. But when you've got a genius as your buddy, you got nothing to worry about.

I moved to the second cabin, at the end of it was an opening leading down to the cargo area _ the way out. 

I was relieved when I opened it up and saw Neon climbing up, I was about to hug him, but my brain registered...

"If you are here, then who is controlling that"? I said pointing downwards. I was in complete alert mode.

"This is a recue mission, not a suicide mission". He smiled as he bypassed me, intentionally ignoring my question.

"Deep breath... deep breath Nathaniel" I whispered encouragingly to my messed up brain.

I watched as children were led towards my direction by another stewardess, so I immediately climbed down the stairs to receive them at the cargo area. 

I was surprised to see Flint's head popping through the drilled hole connecting my plane to whatever it was that was holding this bird in place. 

I still hadn't gotten a glimpse of it. It did not matter right now though.

I will glance at my wrist watch from time to time, counting each second as we led almost all the kids and some of the aged, the sick or handicapped. There was a pregnant woman too. Actually she was one of the first people to get transferred.

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Neon's POV

I knew that moving anything across planes in mid air is suicidal, even if you don't die from the crash, you'll die from the fall, technically die before the fall because atmospheric pressure would kill you before your brain gets to process the fact that you are under free fall.

So instead of using a rope harness__ which was my initial thought. We decided to use a jet bridge.

It's still a miracle how we managed to transport a jet bridge using a fighter…two fighters actually.

My birds are powerful, but I guess the pilots are just so skillful and determined, that they can do the impossible.

When I got to the door, I noticed that the boys were still having a hard time connecting the jet bridge between both aircrafts.

I could see that Frank was having a hard time stabilizing his bird, and we were running out of time.

 The heat from the burning engine was roasting, I noticed that the passengers had started panicking, well I myself did. 

"Frankie, what the hell is going on"? I asked over the radio.

"This shit is a piece of work, it's trying to fuck me up bro".

" I know, but we're running out of time, so put your shit together."

"Roger that, I am on it."

I knew that it was not easy to hold that kind of aircraft still in mid air. For that to happen, weight and lift had to be zero at the same time that thrust and drag cancel out each other. This is probably the greatest challenge for him.

"Please calm down everyone, everything is under control" I heard a stewardess say.

"We are gonna die!" another passenger voiced out.

"The evacuation has already begun, just patiently wait for your turn, we will all get out safely." the stewardess said again.

I saw parents hug their kids as they sent them down to the cargo compartment.

Emotions were scattered all around the arena, there was panic, worry, tears, even joy for those who were able to see their kids being evacuated safely.

"Where is the captain?"

"Has he escaped and left us to die here?"

"We're all gonna die."

The passengers were bombarding negative comments here and there.

"The captain is making sure the kids are safe," the stewardess replied calmly.

I applaud her for being able to stay this calm in a situation like this. I was pretty sure she was super scared too, I could see it on her face.

By this time, one side of the plane was gradually picking up in flames.

 All the remaining passengers had clamped up at the non-fire side. 

Luckily for us, the engine on fire was at the opposite side to the door, it would have been impossible to even attempt this type of stunt, if it were the door side on fire.

Finally I felt the plane jerk, indicating that the connection had been made.

"Good job Frankie" I said over the radio.

The remaining stewardesses, the co-pilot and I ushered every one through the jet bridge to alight the now almost ' barbecued ' aircraft.

Nathan and I were the last people remaining on board, we ran in opposite directions through the fire,to make sure nobody was left behind...

Now everyone was safe, there were a couple of media helicopters filming the whole thing, I saw some military jets hovering around us . At once, I knew what was waiting for us on the ground.

"We are famous," Colin chuckled through the radio.

Nathan and I along with a couple of flight attendants were flying in TSM.

The rest of the crew were with Josh and Frank. 

 Richard and Colin were in their respective fighters.

"I hear the prisons calling your names," Frank said.

We all laughed.

"I guess we just activated Doom's day protocol.