NATASHA IVANOFF

THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS.

PART THREE

　

　

　

The flight cabin hummed with activity with Natasha broadcasting “Mayday, Mayday,” and Vince filling her in on what went on in the rear of the plane. Finally an answer from the Kansas City Airport,

“What‘s wrong?:”

Natasha handed the phone to Vince,

“We had an attempted hijacking here but it was thwarted.”

“Any medical emergency?”

“Yes, both pilots are dead. two federal agents shot, three agents dead along with six dead hijackers.”

“Sounds like a war, let me connect to the airport manager, but I’ll continue. What about plane condition and who’s flying it?”

Natasha quickly jumped in.,

“I am Natasha Ivanoff. I have a multi engine active license.”

‘Plane condition please?

“Windows blown out, oxygen masks on. Request permission to lower altitude.”

“I have you, see new coordinates, Drop slowly to 18,000 feet and switch auto pilot back on. We’re clearing you in, approximately 45 minutes.”

Vince quickly entered the main cabin and made an announcement. A doctor approached him,

“These agents won’t last an hour, how soon can we land?”

“Forty five minutes according to Kansas City. Are you sure the other three agents are gone.?

“Unfortunately yes but one hijacker is still alive.”

“For God’s sake, keep him that way.”

“All I can do is try.”

As the plane approached the airport, ground control briefed Natasha on the landing procedure. She responded calmly as he ran her through all the instruments, length of runway and wind direction. The plane made a dead approach and at two thousand feet, the auto pilot switched off. All traffic had been diverted, emergency equipment stood by.

Wheels touched the runway once, airborne, touched a second time, airborne for a moment and then the plane settled to the runway. Natasha flew a plane four times the size of any she had any experience with. She reversed pitch, used the engines for brakes, swerved once slightly on the runway and then eased to a perfect stop close to the end of the runway with only 120 feet to spare.

Emergency equipment, medical ambulances waited as the door opened. Swat teams entered first, then medical. The landing was broadcast with a live feed to Fox News as well as major networks. So much for cover for Vince and Natasha, as they remained on the plane while the agents and one hijacker were attended to. Natasha hesitated in front of the main cabin and waved to the grateful passengers as they exited next..

Two FBI agents entered the plane,

“Miss Ivanoff, Mr. Donahue, please stay on the plane with us for a moment. A request from the state department, it’s for your own safely. We need to get you away from the reporters who are here. You’re going to be national news and heroes. Unfortunately, according to the state department, we are to take you immediately to McConnell Air Force Base for security purposes.”

“How about some identification from you.”

The agents showed their papers to Vince. As the plane emptied, the bodies still remained. Four more agents entered the plane door and circled the couple as they descended the steps to waiting cars, four of which had their engines running.

The chief of then Kansas City FBI introduced himself,

“Brian McCloud,” he said. “after what you’ve been through, we’re taking extreme caution in traveling to Wichita.”.









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