|The Hijacking Of Flight 272...|
Picking up from the end of episode one of Pete's new Top Secret SI/F.R.E.E.Lancers campaign, our team's adventures this month opened with us arresting the (surviving) gangbangers we'd caught.
Our SWAT team arrived, and we called in some uniforms as well to bag evidence, and take away the prisoners.
Then we set up an ambush for the truck that was coming to pick up the stolen weapons.
We'd discovered that the deal going down involved the sale of cutting edge wrist rockets, pinched from an international arms company called Wallaby Corp.
The weapons came in two parts - the wrist mounted launcher, and the small rockets that fitted into it.
In total, we recovered 60 crates.
Clare's character, The Surgeon, was still in a bad way - even after being patched up by paramedics -but refused to leave us. However, Simon's character - Fernando Machis aka Finder - thought he'd be more use helping transport the prisoners back to the station for interrogation.
Kevin's character (Dr Hurt), the winged January Jones (Erica's character) and my swordmistress (Wuxia), hid at various points around the warehouse - while The Surgeon remained in the office with the two elderly security guards.
In the end, the ambush went off (almost) without a hitch. Two goons (from the Family Blood gang) arrived, in a bakery truck, to pick up "Pinstripe Pete's" merchandise. They were concerned by how quiet everything was, but as soon as they moved to load up the rockets - and it became obvious they were packing heat - I sprung on one with my sword and cut his hand to make him drop his pistol.
The other drew his gun, but quickly surrendered when he realised he was outmatched.
At our debrief the next day, our boss singled Wuxia out for her excessive violence and suggested she curb her zealous nature (not so many decapitations in the future, I believe was his suggestion).
Turns out Pinstripe Pete was a member of the Mofoco family, and Wallaby Corp was now launching a civil action against the Mofoco's for loss of revenue or something (Wuxia doesn't really deal with the intricacies of criminal fiances) .
But the upshot of all this was that not only were Wallaby Corp donating the wrist rockets to District Seven (our department) but they wanted us to fly to San Francisco - where they are headquartered - to give depositions.
We were also allowed to roll this into some holiday time, so we could enjoy the West Coast.
Our four-hour flight from O'Hare, on Rocky Mountains Air, left about 20 minutes late and we ended up seated around the 727, which was at about 75 per cent capacity. My swords were in the hold, while everyone else's guns were in their hand luggage.
Less than an hour into the flight, would you believe it, the plane was hijacked!
With the aid of one of the stewardesses, a home-grown, anarchist, terrorist group, called something like The Millennialists, took the crew and passengers hostage, while "demands" were radioed to "the authorities".
The evil stewardess - who had a hand grenade - disappeared into the cockpit with one of the other armed terrorists, while three others kept watch over the passengers.
The plane was diverted somewhat off its route (only The Surgeon noticed that we were heading in a more southerly now).
Several of us squirrelled away cutlery before anyone realised, and January managed to get the attention of one of the genuine air hostesses by faking a panic attack.
Meanwhile, Fernando was possibly building up to a real panic attack, as it turns out he's a bit of a coward and this was about as high stress a situation as he could imagine.
To be continued...
Next Time: Terror At 30,000ft!