Reece stepped out of the limo, bagboy in tow. He quickly straightened his tie before heading into the crowded airport. His nose crinkled up as he entered "Why must these places always smell?" His voice laden with contempt. "Hurry up José," Reece spoke as he briskly made his way through the VIP line. Checking in, José loaded his bags onto a cart. The older man pushed the cart alongside Reece as they made their way to security. Again going through the VIP line, flashing his ID to the guard. His bags went through without a hitch, to be expected. He waved José off and wheeled his bag and sat near the gate. He of course was able to get on first, being in firstclass.

Cozying into his seat, Reece immediately ordered some red wine. Pulling his laptop out he opened it and began typing away. His fingers ran rampant, finishing up some reports that would be sent once they landed. He briefly checked his stocks before the plane asked for communications to be turned off. It always made the uncomfortable plane rides less uncomfortable to know his stocks were on the rise. A 9 hour flight wasn't so bad when you made thousands during it. As the plane took flight he went back to his reports, defecting to play games more than a few times. About 4 hours in he closed his laptop to finally glance about the cabin. No one of interest, at least no on he recognized. There were children crying and men snoring, even in the comfort of first-class one couldn't quite escape the noise. He placed his headset on despite nothing playing on them and drifted off. 

About an hour later he woke to a jerk. In front of him a flight attendant was going over the safety precautions. The poor girl was barely able to stay standing with all the rocking. Rolling up to look out the window, Reece saw a lot of smoke and sparks. Immediately slamming it shut he did up his seatbelt and braced himself. He wasn't going to die. He couldn't die, he was too important. Suddenly the plane lurched forward and Reece felt an extreme pressure on his face as they plummeted out of the sky. A scream escaped his lips despite all his fighting. With an abrupt stop the whole of the cabin was flung back as the cockpit hit the ground. Reeces head pounded ferociously, reaching up to touch he felt something wet and warm. Probably blood, he thought. Glance to his side he made out the shape of the elderly woman that sat across the aisle from him. She was gone, a metal rod protruded from the chair she sat in stabbing through her back. All he saw were flames and debris, people shouting in pain all around him. Weakly, he fiddled at the buckle on his seat belt but it was stuck. His hands dropped to his lap and he blacked out.