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Central International Airport Chapter #9Up Up and away by: Unknown
Jessica knew there was a hostess outside the door so there was no way she was getting out of the toilet without anyone seeing what she had done. They body lay limply, slouched over the toilet seat. Jessica looked around her.
"Excuse me, is everything alright in there? I must ask you to return to your seat." The hostess was shouting.
Think, Jessica think, she muttered to herself.
Suddenly the plane gave a sudden jolt, they had hit some turbulance and the plane began to rock and duck. Above Jessica's head a hatch flew open and almost hit her in the face but all it did was give her an idea. Taking the gun from her target's side holster and sliding it into the back of her jeans and taking the knife between her teeth, Jessica gripped onto the opening of the hatch and began to hoist herself up. If she could find a way back into the passenger bay and back to her seat then no one would be none the wiser. A bang on the toilet door told her she didn't have much time. Kicking her legs up, Jessica shimmied herself through the hatch. Once she was inside, she leant down and pulled the hatch closed, to leave no trace of her being there.
Now she was in the top part of the plane and she had to find a way back down. The plane had seemed to settle now so Jessica was able to steady herself. Glancing around she decided to slip down into another hatch, hoping it lead into another bathroom cubicle. Then she could clean herself up and leave as if she had just used the toilet. Crawling over to one hatch she slowly lowered it down but quickly shut it again when she saw the top of bald guys head, he was sat on the loo and she definately didn't want to lower herself into there.
Lowering the next hatch, Jessica found the cubicle empty and smiled to herself. Her escape. Putting her legs over the edge, she lowered herself cautiously down into the cubicle, one foot on the sink and the other on the toilet seat. Once she was down, she locked the cubicle, as if she had been in there the whole time. She quietly shut the hatch behind her, straightned her clothes and washed her hands and face. Perfect.
Safely back in her seat, Jessica allowed herself to glance over her shoulder at the toilet cubicle that held her dead target, there were now two hostess's in front of it, one of them was putting their ear to the door while the other one was whispering to her. Jessica smirked to herself. They would be landing soon and no one would know what she had done. She hadn't planned on killing the target right there on the plane but she had been left no choice, besides she had completed the kill. Her 200th kill to be precise.
Pulling out her blackberry she punched in a message and clicked send.
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