[MD1, 2:30P, hijacked flight 313]

It hadn't been all that hard for Newt to stay planted when the gun shot had gone off. To be quite honest they only place he'd ever actually heard gunfire was while at Quantico .. during training. His parents hadn't owned a gun and lets face it, there just weren't that many guns in Greenwood, IL... even if it was only an hour or so outside of Chicago .. give or take an hour or two for traffic! It wasn't that he was scared.. more like shocked.

However, he also agreed with Kate, that there was no reason to let the hijackers know exactly how many FBI agents he'd just hijacked. He remained in his seat next to Agent Weill until they all gathered to listen to Kate's plan.

>"Here's the deal," she told them, keeping her voice low so as not to alarm
>the other passengers. "We've got an incapacitated pilot, an inexperienced
>co-pilot-cum-hijacker who's threatening to crash the plane if anyone tries
>to stop him, one emotionally distraught stewardess, and another stewardess
>being held captive in the cockpit. First order of business, Dinah and
>Newt, I want you to find out if there's a doctor on board, and while
>you're at it, you might discreetly inquire if there's anyone who's
>qualified to fly this thing. Sharlyn, I seem to remember that you have
>some medical training. Right? Can you handle a gunshot wound."

>"If it's not too serious. I can do some basic first aid, but .."

>"Good, then that's our back-up plan. Flynn, you're with me."

He watched as the other members of the team headed out to their perspective assignment. Dinah Weill, a fair-haired woman motioned him to follow her, "We might as well start in the back and work our way front."

"Why the back?" the young man asked, pushing up his heavy glasses.

She shrugged and in her Brooklyn accent said, "It's a starting point."

He nodded, thinking that made as much sense as any. They moved to the back of the plane and with her working on one side and him on the other, they began questioning the passengers.

The people were obviously worried. Despite the reassurances from both the stewardess .. what little good that did, considering how frightened the girl was herself .. and the reassurances from himself and Agent Weill.

"Are we going to die?" one woman asked calmly.

"No, ma'am .." Newt began.

"Because if we are, it doesn't scare me. I've been taking commuter flights between Washington and Philadelphia three times a week for the last five years. I know one of these flights is going to kill me. I'm prepared." Her business suit and well groomed hair pointed to a business executive. Her rings told him that she was married, and looking at her, he'd say she was in her early 40's.

"Honestly, ma'am. We're going to be fine. Things are under control."

"Then why are you looking for a doctor?"

"An accident, ma'am."

"Accident? Yes, I'm sure. But you know how many people die when a there is an accident on a plane. My first husband can tell you .. a lot."

Newt nodded and started to move to the seat in front of her, but she grabbed his arm. "I'm only sorry that I'll miss the meeting tomorrow when I squash Vandilai into the ground."

"Yes ma'am .." Newt nodded, and moved to the next seat. "Excuse me, are you both all right .."

***

[MD1, 2:38P, hijacked flight 313]

Newt had just had the distinct pleasure of finding a man who had a pilot's license when the plan suddenly took a nose dive ..

He grabbed the man's arm, "I have a feeling you're needed!"

The man nodded and followed Newt toward the front of the plane.


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