Watching over the captain, a small bit of radio chatter rang into Vlad's ears. He quirks an eye brow, turning to the weasel, speaking in Russian.
"Comrade, it would appear, those aboard are beginning to suspect something."
The weasel nods, as he reaches down, grabbing the set of radio head sets from the unconcious engineer, and putting them on.
"I think it's time, comrade Colonel."
Vlad nods as he grasps the captain intercom. "Stay on this course. I'm still watching you." The pilot simply nods as Vlad speaks into the mic.
A small click is heard echoing through the cabin.
"Attention passengers. This is your new captain speaking. Perhaps you are wondering why we have been in the air so long. You are going to bear witness to the greatest revolution the world has ever seen. You see, in the underbelly of this plane sits a precious cargo. A simple microchip with codes into the United States Treasury. That money, could be used to raise an army. An army big enough to overthrow the government of Russia. Ladies and gentlemen. You will bear witness to the rise of the party known as the Phoenix of Lenin. I am Col. Vladimir Rotenski and I will be your host for the rest of the flight. You will enjoy the sights and sound of Mother Russia. Assuming non of you misbehave, no one has to get hurt."
He smirks a bit as he replaces the mic to it stowage.