I am holding a bomb, on a plane, with my family on it. Without a second thought I said, "Jazz!" Jazz saw it, muttered 'Oh my God', then scrambled over to me. She pulled out a small flashlight and gave it to me. "Hold this" she said. I did and I held the light at her hands. She started working. There were thirty minutes on the timer, but still. I had an idea that we could open something and throw it out. But I watched movies where anyone who did that were liked sucked out of the plane. Within a minute she deactivated it. Thank God Jazz is as smart as she is. Jazz continued to examine it. Just as soon as we all started breathing relaxation. We had another problem. "Cyrus! There is only enough explosives here to blow up the cargo area." I looked at her. "So? You deactivated it right?" "Yes, but, If someone is going to blow up a plane they would need five times as much as this." I continued to look at her, confused. She rolled her eyes. "Which means the person trying to do this has either secretly lined the plane with this stuff, or he has six or seven followers willing to blow themselves up." If this plane goes down then so do we. Sara speaks now, "Don't forget the other people on this plane, Cyrus." I ignored her. I went over to the door that leads to inside the plane. I went inside. The interior is nice. Every fiber of my being is saying 'No, don't attract attention to you' But I have to do this. I got up to the passenger part of the plane. I saw one of the flight attendants and caught up with her. I towered over her. I asked, "May I say something to you in private?" She looked me up and down. "Its important." I said. She sighed and said, "Follow me." We were at the pilot's cockpit, or at least right next to it. I said, "I think there are bombers on the plane."
The look on her face described every form of fear there is. She called the pilot over here. She told him what I told her. While they were arguing I got an idea. I ran back to the hatch that lead back to the cargo hull, seeing Angie looking at me with eyes as wide as saucers. I opened the floor hatch to see Jazz there. "I need you and Sara. Everyone else stay here. If I call you, find a way to get off the plane, use your imagination. I know if anyone can do it, its you guys." They looked disappointed as I closed the hatch behind Sara and Jazz.
I carried Sara with Jazz right behind me. Everyone was eyeballing us now But I don't give a Rat's........tail. The pilot and flight attendant were looking for me. I said, "I know how to find them." The lady just looked irritated now. "Trust me." She just rubbed her forehead. I whispered to Sara, "O.K., kiddo. Where are they?" She put two fingers to her temples. She pointed to an average Joe with the zipped up jacket, two rows behind us. He stood up and held up a trigger. He started yelling but he stopped abruptly. Then he let go of the trigger and passed out. Jazz then unzipped his Jacket and defused the bomb. We did this six more times and everyone was just watching, some of them screamed when the bombers revealed themselves. Everyone else was just too scared to act. What was weird, I've seen the news recently, and aren't bombers these days supposed to be like Arab or something? All these guys are white. After deactivating the last bomb. We tied them up and had some of the guys on the plane look after them in the back. The rest of my family got up out of the cargo area and the flight attendant looked at us. She said, "You just saved everyone's life. How can we repay you?" I looked at us then back at her. "Can we get some food, and sit where they were sitting?" I said, gesturing towards the bombers. She nodded, "Of Course." "Oh, and could you not mention us....at all." She had a questioning look on her face. "Just please, I..." She then sighed and said, "Fine." I nodded. "Thank you. The gang was kind of spread out on the plane. There was a free seat next to Angie that was soon taken by Megan. Viktor was sitting next to some chick. Jazz was already asleep in her seat. Magnet started messing around with the little TV set in front of him. Sara was sitting next to a little girl about her age. The only seat available was one next to a baby and her mom. I sat down nice and easy trying not to set anything off. "Thank you." I turned to the voice, it was the mother. "You saved everyone on this plane, including my baby." I looked at the peaceful little infant, sleeping in her baby carriage between me and her mother. She must've been a couple monhs old at least. I wasn't sure how to take this. "It was, uh, no problem." I sat back and stared off into space. My boot hit something on the floor, I bent over to pick it up. It was a teething ring. "Uh, I think your baby dropped this." I said. She took it. "Thank you." she said again.
How am I suppossed to respond to that?
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