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Hour 8: 30,000 ft

"I take it, that you are massively mind jumbled, aren't you?" Zack said, speaking directly to Aaron, about 10 meters from him.

Aphmau's tense nature is accompanied by slight shaking and mild sniffling, and there was nothing Aaron could do about it.

With Aaron's silence, Zack found this to be the perfect moment to execute his plan.

"When I was flying that godforsaken plane for your father's airline, not only was I shot in the fucking head by a passenger......one that your idiot father let onto the flight with a goddamn gun, I was left to die all by my lonesome as my coworkers panicked for their own lives. Next thing I remember is waking up in a terrorist organization and for years not even my own family looked for me....." He thrusts the gun deeper into Aphmau's skull, a painful cry emitting from her, causing Aaron to lurch forward ever so slightly.

But nonetheless, Zack continues, snaking his arm around Aphmau's neck to put her in a chokehold so he could secure the gun easier. "...My own family didn't give a fuck about me, so why should I...."

As hectic as the situation seemed, things began to become clearer for Aaron. The puzzle finally depicting a recognizable picture.

Zack was veteran employee of Derek's, Aaron's father, company so of course, he knew the blueprints and where to plant the bomb. If the codes for the storage and emergency cabinets have not changed in the last few decades, he could have gotten into them no problem. And the reason he "flirted" with Aphmau.....was to get her alone to do something Aaron can barely think about. All the options disturbing him.

But there were a few things, actually a whole lot of things that still needed clarification. ".....why hijack a plane.....why kill innocent lives and threaten hundreds....and for what? Money?"

"You think I killed them......You think I'm the reason why your friends, family, and passengers.....are dead......and for money? How many times do I have to say this....." He chuckled as if at a normal joke shared amongst friends. It became too normal a laugh that it suddenly became creepy.

Aaron, his brain calculating, stays silent.

"....you think I was first one, to get screwed over by your father.....you think I was the first person shot, in the great scheme of things involving Derek Lycan?!"

Zack then directed his attention to Aphmau, grasping his gun tighter. "And you dearest....to go messing with folk like him.......where is your sense of dignity...."

He turns to the rest of the cabin. "....WHERE IS ANY ONE OF YOUS DIGNITY....."

Aaron signals to Zane, and before Zack can react, an object is thrown over his shoulders into Aaron's grasp. When in hand, Aaron immediately aims it at the elder Phoenix.

Zack chuckles once again. "A flare gun?...Is that your pathetic last resort...." He plunges the gun even further into Aphmau's hair, her neck allowing a bit more room but you can still see the strain in her face.

Aaron cocks the bright red pistol. "You wouldn't shoot your own daughter.....that's low....even for someone resembling the likes of you...."

Zack's gaze angles back to his daughter, tracks of tears outlining her features. "She's a mistake....a product of a cheap breakable one....a teenager's nightmare....but yet I paid for her food and for her being....and she repays me how?......She left me to die as I was paralyzed.....I remember.....like it was yesterday...thank god for magic..."

Zack's gaze then transfers back to Aaron's. "So tell me boy.....with your large impact gun aimed at an elderly lunatic and the woman you love, and with the last name that you bear........who's the real killer here..."

The cabin's eerie silence after that just continues to help enlarge the already enlarging elephant in the room.

Someone's gonna die....one way or another......

We always want the good guys to live....but in reality.....are there any?

Have a nice day my crystals!