Vlad chuckled a bit at her response.
"You will thank me later, when you are living in Red Square, watching the grand parades."
He gets up, and continues on his rounds. He smirks a bit, as the plane trembles.
"Sir,", came in a voice on the radio. "We have link up with Pathfinder 2. They are transferring fuel...Sir! Alert, we have two fighter jets coming up on our six. F-15s."
"Status of fuel?!"
"Tanks are 75 percent full. The fighters want us to land."
"That should be enough fuel. Nickolos. Drop up to an appropriate height, and bring out Big Betty. Time to test the new shells."
Soon, the plane breaks away from the Anitov, and drops down, lower and lower, as one of the hijackers brings a fairly large steel case foward. He clips both locks, revealing fairly large parts. Along side were two extremely large shells, resembling large rifle rounds. Both F-15s pulled along the port side of the plane. "Perfect..." Soon, the weapon is assembled, revealed a large weapon. A 30 mm antitank rifle, still holding no name. Apparently bought on the black market. Vlad picks up the weapon. He forces back the heavy bolt, and loads one of the immense rounds inside. He pulls a small pin on the bullet itself, and slams the bolt foward.
"Sir,", chimed in the radio. "They are giving us one more warning before firing."
Vlad smirked at the sound. "Once I have taken care of our problem, execute the co-pilot."
"Yes sir..."
He nods to the weasel. Quickly the rear door was flung open, a small hiss coming from the slight pressure drop. Yet no one was sucked out. They were low enough. Vlad stared down the scope as one of the F-15 pilots looks to him, his eyes growing large as he eyes the berthing rifle. A loud boom was heard as the rifle jumped back, hard. A nearby glass shattered, simply sitting on a secured cart. Vlad growls in pains, as he rips the bolt back, watching a the immense ejected cartridge flies out. He grabs another round, loading it.
The F-15 tries to pull away, but the round strikes the external fuel tank on her underbelly. Immediatly, the jet explodes, as a pilot flies out, ejecting. The second F-15 tries to brake back to get a shot, but already Vlad had unleashed his last round. The giant bullet flies through the front of his cockpit, then explodes inside. With both planes down, Vlad smirks a bit.
"Now..."
A large bang was heard from the cockpit, as Vlad throws the super-rifle from the plane and shuts the door.
"Cockpit, that was all Betty could give us, she rests in peace. Make sure no more radars pick us up. Bring us as high as you can, where no fighter can catch us.", said Vlad, turning towards the cockpit, as another body was dragged out.
"Ladies and gentlemen,", vocalizes Vlad in a loud commanding voice. "We seem to be running out of plane staff. While we can fly this plane home, I can't guarentee you will if this charade keeps up. So far, you passengers have been lucky. Next time, you will have pushed my patience over the edge, and more than just one will die." He lights another cigarette, heading back to a kitchen area.
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