THE CRASH

The wind hit a second time, and Ares jumped to his feet.

"What is that?" A shaky Angel asked, as she looked around in panic.

"You stay right here, okay? No matter what happens, don't fucking leave. I'll be right back," Ares warned.

"But—"

"Jesus Christ Angel, no buts! Stay put!"

He turned around, and quickly exited the private area.

"Boss, I was just coming to get you," Ivar said, as soon as the curtains closed behind him.

"What was that scream?" He asked.

"From the cockpit. Eli went to investigate, while I was on my way to call you," he explained.

Ares moved past him, and walked straight to the cockpit.

"What is happening?" He asked, but as he fully entered, he understood that this was bigger than he imagined.

The pilot turned to him, and he saw real fear in his eyes.

"The jet is under attack," his co-pilot said in a bone chilling voice, which sent more alarm bells ringing in Ares' head.