Chapter: Bird free ...

Chapter 4: Bird Free

"Hetjajgti! Merakt!" Echoes through the plane and the passengers panic more and more. In my "button-trying phase" I accidentally opened a few windows through which some of them threw themselves death-defyingly out. They shouldn't have had to! There are emergency exits for that ...
"Our friend Osi (Osama) is coming back!" Smiles MC at the sound of these voices. "DJ, you still have the machine gun, don't you? Shoot them!" I scream and shift restlessly on the pilot's seat. No Answer. "DJ?" I ask again and look back. MC hands me a piece of paper that was on the wall.
I'm on the toilet for a moment, but come back soon!
Great. Now we're sitting here without weapons! "Don't you have your butcher knife with you?" MC asks me and I shake my head. "No, I am not allowed to take my knife with me when traveling. My mother thinks I will hurt innocents ... But wait, I have my broadsword!But that's in my pocket and I forgot it at the airport ... ", I remember and quickly change the subject.
We still have to change course, but the autopilot is on. And none of us has any idea how to turn it off.
"Try the button that says" Car "on it," suggests MC as she locks the door. I press it at the exact moment Osi is hammering on the door. "Shit, they're already here!"

At the same time somewhere in America (everyone speaks German there because I'm not that good at English):
"We feel very honored, Mister President, that you are coming to the inauguration of our new airport," says a guy in uniform and bows to George Bush. He hasn't been in the mood for the crap for two hours and wants to go home.
"Hey, an airplane is trying to contact us!", Another guy calls out to the machines and presses a button.
"Shit, they're already here!", MC`s voice comes from the loudspeaker. "Hello?Flight 44739? There are problems? "asks the guy and a girl's voice answers:" Uh, yes, you could say it that way. Our pilot was shot and our plane hijacked ... But otherwise everyone is fine! "
"Who was that?" Asks George, half interested. "Osama bin Laden. Or Osi, as my friend calls him by now!"
Big laughter at the airport. Only George stays calm. "Is there a fighter here?" He asks, and the answer is: "Sure. Why do you ask?"
"Osama is on board. I'll shoot her," he says and goes to his fighter jet.

:;:;:;:; Isn't that nice, everyone wants to shoot us? How am I supposed to save us now? :;:;:;:;