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The Island, Chapter 3
Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Violence, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com
sobbing. Passengers were screaming and one woman was vomiting in fear. Several other attackers held hostages, and I heard banging and screaming from the front of the plane as they attempted to force the cockpit door. One of the hostages was a burly man, and was probably a poor choice for a spindly terrorist with a knife to take on. The attacker glanced at the dead marshal, and the passenger took advantage of the distraction and ducked under the knife, grabbing the assailant’s arm. A brief struggle ensued, and he quickly disarmed and stabbed the hijacker, dropping him to the floor. Several other men seemed to take heart in this, and jumped up from their seats, rushing the terrorists. I saw at least 2 go down fighting, but others had more luck, subduing the knife-wielding assholes and disarming them. The plane was more steady now, but below the cloud cover. I caught a glimpse of the vast Indian Ocean below us as I crept unobserved out of the galley and hid behind the service cart a few rows up the aisle. I motioned Sharon to stay behind me as I peered out from behind the cart. One of the Arabic women in a burka was two rows up, and appeared to be pulling something out of the carry-on bag they had brought aboard in Johannesburg. At this point several members of the passenger resistance movement rushed the gunman in the center of the plane. I had to admire their courage, but they didn’t stand a chance. He began firing at them, dropping 4 men cleanly, until his next shot missed ...