Once upon a time I stood in front of a fork in the road, gazing at the vast plane ahead and up to the bluish green peaks of the distant mountains. A road sign stood in front of me, tall and proud, which pointed to both directions. Neither of the arrows told me where the road would lead me to, although I did had an idea – one to the promising career in the corporate world, the other to the promising adventures as depicted by Alias and Chuck and 24 and of course James Bond. I chose the latter. Too bad. Too late to feel bad about it. I would be lucky to get out of the airplane alive.
I heard footsteps from behind. I was hiding although it was kind of pointless to hide inside an airplane. Nevertheless, I felt like a little girl who did something that got mom so angry. In a sense, I got those men angry like mom. See, when you were doing something that was not permitted by the US laws – like smuggling electronic goods for example – you ought to do it quietly so that the US lawmen do not catch your trail or your scent. That was the way the business went. That was how it should have been kept, because smuggling was illegal. However, when the nosy “suits” happened to catch the stinking scent of something illegal happening in their backyard, they start snooping around, sending their dogs to the trail. And when finally one of their dogs happened to find a lead, you either kill that dog or you kill that dog.
Unfortunately, I was that dog. Or bitch.
I worked as an undercover for three months under the pretense that I am a finance analyst. Needless to say, my educational background was what placed me in the job. My knowledge in finance and money in general were my most appealing assets, they said. I was the perfect agent, they said.
Watch my middle finger rise up to the occasion, I said.
I hate this job!
I listened as the footsteps grew louder, closer. Three more bullets. I gripped at the hand gun because it was my only lifeline. Three more bullets meant three more slim chances to escape. If I was lucky, I could eliminate three of my enemies, but how many more were in that flight? Two attendants were dead and I saw at least half a dozen men board.
Shaking off all the negative thoughts, I jerked up to my feet and took a quick aim. I took the momentary surprise of my opponent as my advantage and pulled the trigger. The sound of the gun shot was muffled by the silencer but there weren’t too many of us in that plane to miss such a sound. The man fell face first into the row of seats. I had no time to gloat though, because the gunshots came from behind me. I crouched back into my seat, waiting for their frenzy to end. The plane shook as it passed through turbulence. We didn’t mind the warning lights, I fired and they graciously answered. I would rather that they didn't though, because I already ran out of ammo.
I crouched behind a seat, clutching at my now useless gun. What to do? What to do?
I could bluff and pretend to take the pilot and co-pilot hostage if they were unarmed. They had to be unarmed. Fortunately, I was closer to the cockpit that my enemies. Too bad, though, that I would have to rely on luck to keep the bullets from catching me. Just for a few seconds, please. I took a deep breath, prepared to stare death in the face, then ran the short distance to where the pilots sat.
I made it alive, but it was locked. I banged at it with my left hand, my right was holding the gun which was threateningly pointed towards two men in I heart NY shirt.
“Me-you zeme quoai, shao lao shu!” one said, in a soothing Chinese voice. At least that was what I thought he said.
“Lower your weapon, miss,” the other man ordered. The two were taking steady steps towards me. I didn’t like the look of either of them, especially not with their loaded guns pointed at my face. I should think fast. I cannot be trapped like this after months of digging deep into their modus.
I banged the cabin door as loud as I could. It managed to achieve my desired effect and one of the men ducked while the other fired a shot, which I was too lucky to have caught. I dashed for the only exit I know and was surprised to find no resistance as I pulled the door to the airplane open. I had a parachute put on when I killed the first thug. This was a James Bond moment, I thought, smiling, then jumped into the sky.
Although there seemed to be something wrong. It was 3:00pm, and yet it was dark.