The Matter of the Deserted Airliner by Levi Steve;

Author:Levi, Steve;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Publication Consultants

Chapter 23

It took Mittles less than a heartbeat to snap the bolt on the warehouse bay door. It wasn’t really hard because the Corporal and Jim and been working on it for three hours. Somehow the Corporal had scrounged up a sturdy piece of wire. Then he and Jim had gone to work on the bolt. They had chosen the warehouse bay door bolt because it was on the only doorway partially hidden from the security cameras. The fume hood for the smokers was in front of it.

In actuality Mittles was proud of the fact she had been the one to snap the bolt. Working with weights did count for something. Only she could have done it. The Corporal might have been good with his brains but brawn was not his strong point. Brawn was her strong point because she worked at it. It didn’t mean she was stupid because she was strong. It just meant she was in good shape. The Corporal noticed such things.

It was too bad he was in the Army, Mittles mused.

Then she snapped the lock.

The Corporal was impressed.

There had been quite a bit of complaining when the Corporal and Jim had told all of their growing ranks of escapees-to-be everyone was going to have to take a turn in the smoking area. There had only been six smokers on the plane but the three conspirators needed a wall of flesh between themselves and the security cameras. The ex-smokers were the worst. Even just standing under the fume hood with a cigarette and pretending to smoke caused them to shake.

“I gave up smoking so I could live to see my grandchildren grow up,” snapped an older woman. “Now I’ve got to start smoking to see my grandchildren at all?”

“Could be the size of it,” Mittles had whispered. “Right now there are no guarantees. We don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Let me tell you, young lady,” the old woman leaned forward conspiratorially, “I’ll tell you one thing that will happen. If we don’t take care of ourselves no one else is going to do it.”

It seemed to be the attitude of just about everyone else in the warehouse. It was like a prisoner-of-war camp coming together complete with the speaking out of the side of the mouth and distractions. The airline crew immediately established itself as the liaison for the hostages. Mittles dealt with the women; Jim with the men. The Corporal was the scavenger.

Of the 89 passengers, only a dozen were excluded.

“What do you mean I can’t get involved?” snapped Jennifer when she was told she could not join in the ranks. “I’m good enough?”

“That’s not it,” Jim told her. “You’re not the problem. Your kid is. We don’t want anyone with kids involved.”

“You don’t like kids?”

“Love ‘em. Too much, as a matter of fact. No. Kids talk. We don’t want anything to get blown because a kid doesn’t know to keep quiet. Second, if we make a break for it, the women and children, in this case, go last.

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