Charlie, right that instant, fell off the plane, shocked; stupefied. What just happened? The pilot just shot him? And as he fell from the skies, he wondered to himself - 'Why?'
But he did not wonder for long. Experience at work. He took his gun from the ring and turned, aimed at the plane and shot all twelve bullets in his loaded gun at the plane.
*pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew*
The plane spewed out smoke and then exploded into a ball of flames.
*boooom*
It began spiralling downwards having lost its ability to defy gravity.
But it was not the only thing under free fall as Charlie himself was no anti gravity dude. He was still falling and he rolled over, midair, into the standard skydiving position - the arch; in which he laid belly down, arms spread out wide and legs arched upwards, with him facing forward. As soon as he stabilized up in the air...
*whoosh* *bang*
He felt something very fast pass by his head and heard the bang that followed.
"Sh*t!" He yelled out and spun. The pilot, Spade, was not dead. He was in the arch position,gun in hand and had a parachute bag on his back. He pointed the gun again at Charlie.
Charlie frowned. This was going to be really troublesome. He had never shot a gun while skydiving nor had he been shot at before so high up in the sky.
"This was something you don't experience everyday." He muttered to himself and chuckled while watching the pilot try to aim at him. Charlie knew that trying to kill from that distance would require some expertise. One, for example, would have to take into consideration the air resistance, burble and stuff.
*bang* *bang* *bang*
The pilot missed. Charlie pulled off the parachute bag that was rendered useless by that one gunshot.
*bang* *bang*
"Six bullets." Charlie stated. "He will soon need to reload."
With a change in posture, he activated his ring and brought out a jetpack - his secondary reward from his last job. He had originally requested for it because he liked the idea of owning a jetpack. I mean, it is just f*cking cool, right?
He didn't think he would be able to use it here.
He turned and spun for a little while as he tried to put it on.
*bang*
Another bullet wasted.
Seven.
*bang*
Eight.
*bang*
Nine.
He watched the pilot closely. (Note; they are still under free fall and all this explanation occurred in only a little above a minute - from the first gunshot to the plane explosion to ninth gunshot.)
Charlie, with the fuelled jet pack -which by the way, looked like any regular backpack - saw Spade try pull the trigger a couple more times before realizing he had no bullets left in the magazine. Spade quickly tried to reload but Charlie was not going to let this chance go.
Now was his chance.
He activated the jetpack which used the neurologically-transmitted control system. It was basically Charlie being able to control the jetpack using his brain. There was a little lag in between transmission and it caused heavy strain on one's brain as it was a new kind of control system that was still being developed. It was good enough for Charlie though.
He flew towards the old pilot, Spade, at high speed and very quickly appeared above him.
He stopped above him, gun facing vertically downwards at the man.
The old pilot panicked and the full magazine dropped from his hands.
He looked up and pleaded for his life.
"Please... please... don't kill me. I will do anything. Just give me a chance." He pleaded.
Charlie stopped, watching the old man fall away below him. He scoffed and yelled his response, "Go f*ck yourself."
*pew* *pew* *pew* *pew*
He shot the pilot dead and returned his jetpack, replacing it with nothing. The jetpack was really straining and it connected automatically so he had no choice.
Gravity had already begun to drag him down again.
As he reached 500 meters in the air, he pulled out the jet pack again and floated in the air. He tapped his glasses that he had been wearing since the flight began and zoomed in on the forest; looking around at all the people. running around. He saw Wilson fighting off three people. Even from the distance, he could see him bleeding profusely and his chest rose and fell heavily. The glasses were that good.
Charlie could also see that there were other hunters creeping in on the four of them. He looked to another side and saw a woman who sat quietly on a tree; binoculars in hand as she watched the fight.
"Boss lady?" Charlie questioned. He guessed wrong but in the scale of things, it did not matter. She was obviously a threat that needed to be neutralized. But first, Wilson must live or he would have failed. His purpose for coming here and all the trouble he already went through would all be in vain if Wilson died, not to mention that he would not be able to live with himself out of guilt.
So, once again.....
"Wilson must live!"