Angle holstered her gun then answered Gwyn's question. "My Dad was killed... by the agency I was with... a little disagreement we all had... "

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Gwyn nodded sympathetically.
"I know how that feels...well, kinda."

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Seth plopped down in the seat beside Storm. "Hey there, watcha got? Oooh, I have that kind of laptop. It's a government addition, actually, and it has this encryption device in it where you can infiltrate any system. That is if ya know how to work it. If ya get really good at it, you can shut down cams and such like that.... really fancy stuff man."

Angle rolled her eyes at Seth. She looked at Gwyn. "You do?... Oh yeah... that's right... I checked you out earlier... Read what happened and all... Why exactly did you... oh never mind, senseless to talk about that..."

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She glared at Angle. But she softened her gaze.
"Yeah...I don't really...know..."

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Angle looked at Gwyn for a while, then smiled slightly. "Heh... we all have to go through rough stuff at times, and we don't always make the right decisions at spur of the moment situations... look at me, I've got the feds on my tail and now I end up flying two criminals to Russia, along with a stowaway who's a jerk..."

Seth grinned at Angle but continued to rattle on to Storm about various government related computer systems and the secrets behind them.

The jet jolted slightly. Angle made her way to the cockpit. "Good grief, I think we've hit a bit of a storm... I'll pull the plane to a higher altitude..." She switch autopilot off and brought the plane above the clouds, and she switched autopilot back on.

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Gwyn shrugged.
"Russia's got to be snowy and stormy, right?"

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"Yeah, but we aren't there yet. If there's a storm there, we'll have a rough landing, that's for sure." Angle switched on the long distance communications system and typed in a location.

The conversation which followed was in pure unbroken Russian.

"Red, this is Angle, come in please."

"Yeah, Angle, this is Red. Long time no hear!"

"Yeah, well no time for chat. How's the old runway? Still ready for landing?"

"You bet it is. I take pride in my runways you know!"

"Good. I'll be needing it in... oh say... 2 hours. sound good?"

"Got guests with you this time?"

"Yup"

"Creg with you?"

"Nope"

"Oh, what ever happened to him?"

"Drat it, Red, I told you, they got him..."

"Oh, terribly sorry to hear."

"Forget it. See you there..."

Angle shut off the system and let out a sigh.

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Gwyn glanced at the radio (or whatever it is, lol).
"Who's Creg?"

(Whoa...I've been writing incredibly short posts...we can do a lot of flashbacks right now since we're on a plane and not in the middle of action...just hinting. )

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k well gots to go...my mom wants me to go to bed early because of a stupid mid term...*gets mad*

cya! lol

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(lol... o_o I just remembered how to spell Craig... lol... agh ok, see you tomorrow I guess)

Angle let out another sigh and didn't answer Gwyn at first. Her mind was somewhere else as she stared out the cockpit window.

Angle walked into the room where Craig was sitting. He was musing over information on his laptop.

"What's up?" Angle grinned.

Craig smiled, "Hey there, didn't expect you so soon. I'm just glancing at some more information I found about the agency... man you were right, the corruption runs deeper than just that branch..."

Angle walked over and looked over his shoulder at the screen.

Craig smiled, his focus on her and not the screen.

She laughed, "What are you looking at?"

"You," he grinned and went to kiss her.

A shot rang out, the glass window shattered, and the next moment Angle found herself catching Craig as he fell, a sniper shot to the chest bleeding heavily. She saw the shock in his eyes and watched him die. Angle was furious, and swore to hunt down the ones who had done this. Feds broke into the apartment, and all she remembered was fighting to get free, and managing to escape somehow, and she ran...

Angle snapped back to reality. "Oh... umm... he was a friend... a very... close friend. He was killed because he worked with me on a project..."

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"The best place to land would be Moscow," Storm suggested as he closed his laptop. "We could get acquainted with the Russians there. If the Russian Mafia is anything like the Italians, we wouldn't want to underestimate them."

He batted away Seth again, who was asking another question.

"How much more time until we land?"

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Angle snapped, "It's my plane, I decide where we land... I have dealings in russia, in fact it was one of my biggest assignments before."

Seth grumbled something then plopped down in the seat next to Gwyn, grinning. "Hey there. Sooo, what's up with this going to Russia business?"

Rolling her eyes again at Seth, Angle mumbled "We'll be landing in a half hour..." She flipped the auto pilot off and began the slow descent. "Just to let you know... I couldn't get airspace over Moscow to land... unless you want to be shot down by trigger happy missile weilding russians, we'll be landing in a private airfield..."

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"I think it's a bit too late for that..." Storm said as he clipped his guns to his belt. The armed figures were drawing closer. He leapt behind a seat in the cockpit and dragged Gwyn with him.

There was a banging on the door of the jet.

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Angle opened a hatch at the cockpit and hopped onto the wing, which was on the opposite side of the door being banged on.

Seth was busy connecting the explosives to the timer, setting it for 3 minutes. "Okay, ya'll, we got ourselves three minutes before the thing blasts," he spoke quietly to the others.

Angle was already ontop of the plane, careful not to lose her footing on the slick surface. She looked down at them, holding an ak47 on hand. "Something you want, gentleman?" she questioned in russian.

As they opened fire on her, taking their attention off the door, she jumped down on the opposite side, returning fire while crouching under the plane. "Out the cockpit hatch!" She yelled to Gwyn, Storm, and Seth.

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(Sorry, don't know what to post. )

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(run or something before the plane blows up lol)

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