Thread: Ansatsu Kyōshitsu: Bye Bye Yesterday (Athene & East)

Megu Kataoka With the safety demonstrations having been finished in almost no time, it was now Megu and Emi's cue to begin walking own the aisles and offering food and drinks to the customers. This was where Megu's skill of mentally noting how many of each heritage had boarded the plane came into play. She noticed that most of the Muslims were near the middle, going a bit towards the back. Effectively, she could handle most of the first class and some of economy. After that though ... her head turned to Emi. So, you gonna walk behind me to help out I'm assuming? Of course! I did promise you I'd help with that, didn't I? Megu nodded, bowing her head in appreciation. Alright. Thank you again. Emi moved aside, giving Megu the ability to squeeze by and grab a cart with her own complimentary food and drink items. Megu steeled herself. She didn't know why, but for some reason, this was always the most nerve-wracking part of the flight. Okay, maybe she sorta knew why. There had been a few incidents in the past. Nothing that couldn't be handled though most were actually really pathetic. Immature displays of sexual assault. Most were attempts to grope her - or any of her co-worker's - rears, though a few had been dumb enough to try to grab a breast. This ... this was different, though. She felt ... something more. Almost like she had a reason to fear for her life. Don't be like that. Not before you have a reason to panic. A deep breath would be exhaled and finally, Megu began to move. Sure enough, it was when she started strolling down the middle that things began getting ... complicated. She saw Emi out of the corner of her eyes, and even heard her beginning to speak in rather fluent Arabic. It wasn't perfect, but she managed to mimic the same phrase well enough to get replies back. And then it hit her ... not all of the replies back were matching what Emi received. Thankfully, most were generous enough to help guide her by pointing or even speaking some broken English to better hint what they wanted. When she started to walk by, an arm shot up and grabbed her wrist. Ugh, here we go ... Mustering up the friendliest possible smile, Megu simply tried to pull her wrist free. When that failed, she looked down at the man. Megu then cleared her throat to get his attention. Excuse me, but unless you need something, I have to move on. ... Nothing. Not even a verbal quip in Arabic. Megu sighed. Already, this flight was getting rocky. But it was only just the beginning, and she was finding that out very quickly. Oi, Emi? I need -- BANG! Megu whipped her head around, turning in time to see Emi get shot at point-blank range - right between the eyes - with a firearm. Oh shit! Her hand instinctively reached down. She was so used to a knife being on her, as that had been her specialty while in the 3-E class, that only when she failed to detect her weapon of choice did she remember she wasn't her younger self. Now Megu was panicking slightly. A pained hiss passed her lips as the man who had been holding her finally stood quickly up and jerked her arm behind her in a hammerlock. The tray was unceremoniously shoved aside by another sitting across from him. Soon, a good chunk of the Muslims were standing, all wielding firearms of some form or fashion. Okay. They say negotiation isn't supposed to work, but maybe ... are there exceptions to that rule? Megu grimaced, but forced her protests to stay to herelf, as she was being dragged through the aisles. Each tep greeted her with fearful screams and cries from everyone still sitting down. When her eyes caught sight of someone beginning to stir, she found enough courage to speak up finally, No, no! Everyone, please calm down and stay -- !! Before she could finish and utter the last word 'seated', the individual she noticed beginning to get up did exactly that. And got a bullet lodged into his own head. Listen to the woman, her captor finally said aloud, in a very broken but understandable enough English accent. No one move! No one try to be a hero, lest you want to join him! Okay ... at least communicating is doable. With Emi now deceased, there wouldn't have been any way should her captor not know even basic English. This revelation, however, made her feel a bit better. It gave her some hope, even if not much. Now, Megu's mind was at the toughest parts. Now what should she attempt to say or do? They wouldn't be rash enough to kill the pilots ... right? Because unless they knew how to fly a plane, that'd be stupid. Some of the terrorists had been closer to Emi, it seemed, as she found a small handful of men arguing with the pilots. They looked confused, which implied they were having trouble understanding the Arabic as well. Demands! one finally yelled impatiently. Start relaying them over your radio! To whom though? Japan? Megu squirmed, temporarily forgetting about her own safety as she watched a man begin to pull back on the trigger. That's a fair question! Don't shoot him for that! It wasn't working. He was still pulling back. Her teeth latched onto her lower lip as the most desperate thing coming to her mind was voiced, Especially if you don't know how to fly, don't do it. We'll all die. And if you really have demands, that's not what you want. Hmph. She's correct. Still, watch your tongue, woman. Megu whimpered as the butt of the gun smacked roughly against the side of her head. How was this seriously happening? Granted, hijackings weren't necessarily uncommon. She'd known that even in when she was with her classmates in 3-E, but ... weren't the odds of this actually happening supposed to be really low? The fact they had guns on them... how had they gotten past the metal detectors? That didn't matter. Not right now. Diplomacy was helping enough. And until she could find an opening to use more orthodox means of disabling these men, she had to play along. Otherwise Megu would also end up dead it was the simple, unfortunate truth.