"Flight N-177… This is the route dispatch center. Your direction has deviated from the preset route. Please correct the route immediately…
"Flight N-177… Are you there?"
No one responded in the communication channel.
There were bloodstains everywhere in the cockpit of flight N-177.
The voice in the communication channel was like the whispers of a ghost.
Jean Ruzas kicked the corpse next to him. He was wearing a mechanical exoskeleton. He took off the headset from the ear of the captain, who had been shot, and tapped it twice with the index finger of his right hand.
A series of electrical noises passed by. The hijacker spoke in the communication channel calmly.
"Flight N-177 has been hijacked by us…
"If we see any spacecraft approaching within 100 kilometers of us…"
A cruel smile came up from the corners of his cold mouth as he stared at the pool of blood on the cockpit glass and continued.
