12 Cockpit Situation

Meanwhile in the cockpit

the smug bastard with the laser-sighted pistol standing behind the pilot. The man's black hair fell over his forehead, nearly covering his large scar. 

"I can't believe you used an explosive on the plane! Are you nuts?" 

"It was just a small one-barely big enough to get into the cockpit." 

"You're lucky you didn't blow us all to smithereens!" 

"Probably true," responded Gauron in a very chilling voice. 

"Hey, stick to the course!" 

White with fear, the pilot ran his eyes over the gauges. 

"The electrical system took a hit in that explosion. We're in danger if we don't make an emergency landing." 

"Is it broken?" The terrorist inquired, attempting to decode the complex instruments. 

"It is. We'll negotiate for your demands, but if we don't return to Haneda Airport, we'll probably crash." 

"I think I see what's broken," said Gauron. "It's this, right here." 

And he pointed the gun's laser sight at the pilot's head and pulled the trigger. The firing of the bullet made less noise than the sound of flesh and bone ripping apart. The pilot died instantly. 

"I see. It's beyond repair!" chuckled Gauron. 

"What've you done?" moaned the copilot, who now was wearing a considerable part of the pilot's cerebral cortex. The little red laser dot flickered across the copilot's face. 

"You're not broken, too, are you?" 

"Don't shoot! No one else can fly the plane!" 

"I must admit, I've always wanted to get behind the wheel of one of these things," laughed Gauron, invading the copilot's personal space. "Tell me, is it as fun as it looks?" 

"Please, don't kill me." 

"I just asked if it was fun, stupid." 

Painfully slowly, Gauron's finger tightened around the trigger. Just he was about to squeeze it, another large man entered the cockpit. 

"Gauron!" barked the man, who was nearly six and a half feet tall. 

He wore a suit and glasses but didn't really resemble a business person. 

"Hello, Koh." 

"Why did you kill the pilot?" 

"He lied to me and tried to make me look foolish." 

Very nimble for his size, Koh grabbed Gauron's gun. "Who's going to fly the plane?" 

''I'll do it; I fly transport planes all the time." 

''They're not the same thing. Regardless, I thought you were supposed to bring only a knife." 

"A knife? How barbaric. Please." 

Koh grabbed the jeering man by the lapels. 

"Look, it's your business if you get off on murder. But don't forget, you're working for me and my country. If you jeopardize this ... " 

"Don't worry. I'm a perfect gentleman," protested Gauron, "as long as people listen to me. Right?" 

He clapped the terrified copilot's shoulder. "What's your name?" 

"M-Mouri." 

"Mister Mouri, as you may have heard, I'm not supposed to kill you. But, if you don't do as I say, I have no problems killing other people until you learn to listen. Got it?" 

"Please, don't kill anyone." 

"That all depends on you." 

Gravely, Mouri nodded, gulped, and focused on flying. 

"I didn't tell your dead amigo, but I have people all over this plane. And they're all armed. Just keep that in mind." 

"How did you ever get all those weapons on board?"