Chapter: What we all can't ...

Chapter 3: What We All Can't ...
Well, as everyone can imagine, I'm arriving in the cockpit now. In one corner I can see the pilot who is tied up and only occasionally pulled to the microphone to convey the hijacker's messages to the passengers.
Somehow I'm not so sure of myself anymore and I want to crawl back when suddenly one of these types of rifles yells: (even sometimes in German) "Okay, we're headed straight for the Empire State Building!"
I panic all over the place. They're suicide bombers too! "Good," replies another, turning his back on me. I stretch out a little to see his face and get discovered and pulled down by the guys. “Tkagjit marugkagj!” I was yelled at and I replied: “Can't you talk to ME in German too !?” The guy who has turned his back on me turns to me and I realize: This is Osama Bin Laden !
"Somehow I always imagined it to be a bit bigger ..." I accidentally say aloud and immediately they hold two pistols to my throat."Stop that guys, we're going to take you hostage!" Shouts Osama. That makes him a little likeable to me. But only a little.
The guys want to tie me up. That can't work! I run out of the cockpit and straight into the guard in front of the door. It falls on me and protects me from the shots that Osama's people fire at me. Sorry buddy! I get up and run down the aisle, but people keep shooting at me. With a dive I can just save myself behind DJ`s chair, who then looks at me angrily because she was almost shot.
Only now does it occur to me: “Hey guys, they're going to fly us to the Empire State Building!” MC is very happy that she is finally coming to America, but DJ immediately slaps her in the face. "They want to kill us! What are we going to do now?" She asks me and I just shrug my shoulders. Osama is really a tough opponent! "Come on, we'll free the pilot! He'll bring us to Ibiza after all!""I suggest and they both nod in agreement.
Osama's people have already walked past us and we have no problems sneaking into the cockpit (yes, actually: DJ doesn't dare to step over the corpse at first, but how can you persuade it). Unfortunately, we discover that the pilot is already dead. Let's just imagine that, because he has a bullet in his head ...
"What are you doing there, DJ?", I asked, as she is going back and the guard who is still dead in the corridor takes his rifle off. “Well, if Osama comes back, we should at least have a weapon, shouldn't we?” I find plausible. "But do you know how to use that?" Asks MC, slightly worried. "Well, I press this and then it shoots, right?" Yeah, it should work something like that ...
"Okay ... and now? We'll crash if someone doesn't take over the plane!" We can't fly the plane ourselves!Or is it? "Well, I'll just sit down here, play around with the control unit here and then we'll see what happens!" I say and MC is immediately on my side. Only DJ is still suspicious, but we convince them quickly (read: we knock them down). So I sit down and stare at 25,000 different buttons. Since I have to do something, I first press one of them ... the windshield wipers work. Okay it wasn't that! Let's try that!
But while I was still pressing somewhere, Osama discovers that we are in the cockpit ...

:;:;:;:;:; Hmm, what a messed up vacation. I don't want to experience that like that. In the next chapter you will see how to fly an airplane ... WITHOUT crashing. Maybe... :;:;:;