Chapter 353
“Owen, you don’t think they tampered with the plane, do you?” Mira’s voice trembled. Since her rebirth, she had never felt this kind of suffocating terror. On the ground, she was confident. She had her martial arts, elite bodyguards, and an arsenal of defensive medications. Furthermore, Mavaria had strict security; firearms and explosives were heavily regulated. She rarely feared physical confrontations.
But this was thousands of feet in the air. In a plane crash, no amount of skill or preparation could save you.
Could Lawrence Lance really be psychotic enough to sabotage a commercial flight? And manage to bypass all the rigorous security checks?
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some turbulence. Please return to your seats immediately and fasten your seatbelts. Follow the crew’s instructions and refrain from using the lavatories. This is normal turbulence, please do not panic,” the flight attendant’s voice crackled over the intercom, tight with forced calm.
But as the violent shaking intensified, the cabin erupted into screams and panic. Soon, even the flight attendants couldn’t mask their terror, their faces draining of color as they clung to their jump seats.
“I’m going to the cockpit,” Owen said, his jaw locked.
“I’m coming with you,” Mira insisted, gripping his arm.
“Me too,” Harvey added.
“What good is a crowd going to do?” Jax Weaver snapped. “Stay put. I’ll go p>
“I have a medical background,” Mira argued. “I might be needed.” The agonizing wait was unbearable. If she was going to die, she at least wanted to know why.
“What’s a medic going to do? Give the plane a prescription?” Jax scoffed.
But Owen didn’t argue. He pulled Mira along. “Let’s go p>
They stumbled down the aisle, fighting gravity. Before they could take three steps, the plane plummeted, throwing them violently to the floor. Pain flared through Mira’s body. If they weren’t both highly trained in martial arts, that fall would have shattered bones.
They scrambled up, refusing to stop, using the seats to pull themselves forward.
“Are you scared?” Owen asked, his voice strained over the roar of the engines.
“I’m fine with being scared. I’m just pissed I didn’t end those bastards when I had the chance.” She had already died once. Death wasn’t the issue; leaving her mission unfinished was.
“You didn’t even have to be on this flight p>
“I brought this danger to you. It’s only right I face it with you p>
“No. Before we even came to Aethelgard, Lawrence was already targeting EcoRide. He can’t stand seeing anyone surpass his family’s empire. Even if you weren’t here, we would have collided eventually p>
The turbulence grew feral. They clung to each other, hands white-knuckled around anything bolted down, inching toward the front.
The plane violently pitched again. Mira lost her footing, slamming hard against the floor, but Owen threw himself under her, absorbing the brutal impact.
“Are you okay?” She gasped, grabbing a handle and hauling herself up, reaching frantically for him.
“I’m fine.” He rolled over with a grunt, grabbing her hand and a metal strut, struggling to stand against the shifting Geforces When the plane briefly leveled out, they managed to get upright. Owen had a slight limp, but his martial arts training kept him functional.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Mira breathed, adrenaline spiking. “If we don’t make out of this, I’m making you my real brother in the next life.” If he hadn’t cushioned her fall, she would have been critically injured.
“Pass,” Owen grumbled, his tone sharp with irritation. “Can you not say things like that right now p>