‘Is he…?’

Philippe

He did not waste a minute

In a flash he had leaped up, disregarding the movement of the plane and had rushed to the cockpit, ignoring the startled looks of the pilot, the co-pilot and the two stewardesses were there.

‘’ Leave. Do not land. It is a trap.’ He shouted.

The pilot, a man in his fifties, looked confused but the co-pilot, a younger man, took one look at the Capo’s tight expression and shouted,

’ Do it, Carl!”

The hand on the controls on the mode control panel whitened as the man scrambled to obey. The wheels of the aircraft which had already hit the ground slid back and the small private plane, which had been about to glide to a halt, now shuddered as the pilot made a supreme effort and the plane shot off into the air again, swerving but lifting into the air, successfully.. Behind him, he could feel Shah’s tension, as he stood, sweating and breathing harshly.

His black eyes were on the tarmac and he suddenly yelled,

“Boss, they are opening fire!’

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