At that exact moment, the police came and directly pulled out their guns. "Drop your weapon and lay on the ground," the 3 police officers yelled.
But Lomobert Brandon, now in a standoff with the police, would not yield. He had already taken this step, so he needed to pull through. "Bodyguards, take care off the police! I will board the flight."
He didn't wait for an answer and directly dragged Trash away, who otherwise wouldn't move. Trash didn't quite understand the situation, but as he got dragged away, he followed along.
Lomobert, Lilly, and Trash got onto the runway and "ran" to the plane they were supposed to board. Well, Lomobert and Lilly were running while Trash, after repeadely falling, was now carried by a bodyguard while the rest of the bodyguards were fending off the police.
Gunshots were heard behind them, but they just entered the plane. Once they got onto the still-empty plane, Lomobert went to the pilot and threatened him. "Start the plane right now and fly us to China," he said while waving his gun around. Now that it has come to this point, he needed to leave and let his family handle the rest.
"But sir, the terminal hasn't given permission yet. We might crash into another plane while starting," the pilot responded.
"You can either die while crashing into a plane or you will die right here right now. Just start the engine, go to the runway, and take off. It will be fine," he said.
Meanwhile, Lilly was completely out of it. "What do you think you are doing, Lomobert? You just made us our accomplices for this shit. What do you think the consequences will be?"
"Miss Lilly, I did it for you. Your friend here wouldn't get into the plane otherwise. I did what needed to be done. As for the consequences, let my family handle it. It will be fine; I am a Brandon after all," he said with the highest conviction.
The pilot, now threatened with his life, finally started the engine. The only people on the plane were the pilot, the co-pilot, one extra early stewardess, as well as Lilly, Trash, Lomobert, his assistant, and of course the bodyguard who carried Trash.
The pilot soon maneuvered the plane onto the runway. Behind them, the bodyguards were put in handcuffs, and the police ran after the plane. Multiple shots were fired into the tires, but the pilot still managed to take off.
Now the involved people were on their way to China with the whole plane for themselves as well as all the luggage of the passengers, hoping that by the time they would land in China, Lomobert's family would somehow have cleaned up this mess.
"We could have just said it was some kind of worker for us. You could at least call your father to speak with the police or something. Instead, you just hijacked a plane, and we are your accomplices. Do you think you are invincible just because you are from a wealthy family?" Lilly scolded. A reoccurring thought in the last 24 hours for her was: Maybe I should have just stayed a rich, spoiled brat. Now I have to transport this 0 IQ individual to China, and of course I need to get tied up with a young master highjacking a plane.
"Miss Lilly, you really should be thankful. If it wasn't for me, you would still be at the airport. Now you are on a private plane without any commoners flying to China. And if you could blame anyone for the crime I've committed, it should be him!" he pointed at Trash, who was looking out of the window, seemingly in his own world.
"Shut up! Who the f*ck told you to highjack a plane? You idiot, please just don't open your mouth anymore. Of course it is your fault. Once we land, and after we hopefully aren't arrested because your daddy is such a mighty man, I would like to not ever see you again," she screamed and stepped out of the way of someone going to the front of the plane.
As Lilly and Lomobert, who definitely wouldn't let her go afterwards, still argued on how they found themselves in this situation, the person who just moved to the front of the plane took out orange juice out of the plane supplies and started sipping it without any concern. "The orange juice is quite cool."
At his words, everyone who was in a heated mood looked at the odd individual. Even Trash moved from the window to look at him. He had blue, white long dreadlocks and wore sunglasses. He had a stylish outfit and multiple accessories. He seemed completely relaxed even in this out-of-control situation. And everyone had just one single question. "Who are you????" they all asked together.
"Me?" he said and took out his sunglasses on his forehead, under which another pair of sunglasses came into view. "I am just a passenger. A cool passenger."
Everyone was perplexed by this guy's attitude. "Why didn't we see you as we boarded? Why didn't you try to exit the plane? Why are you so relaxed right now?" Lilly bombarded him with questions.
"Hey young lady, bombarding one with so many questions isn't cool." The man said and took another sip of his orange juice. "Cool. The main reason why I'm here is because I want to go to China. And this plane is going to China."
"I guess he is right," the security guard said. "Shut up!" Lomobert quickly interrupted him and pulled his gun out again as he was still on his powertrip. "Why are you so relaxed? I might just shoot you if you do something that I don't like."
"That wouldn't be very cool. The reason I am relaxed is, of course, I am cool." He took a step forward and pointed at him and Lilly. "You are not cool, and you are also not cool," the man looked around the remaining people within the plane, and his gaze stopped at Trash, who, contrary to Lilly, was still wearing the sunglasses from the drive to the airport.
"You," he took an ice pack out of his pocket and threw it towards Trash. "You have the potential to be cool. Do you want me to teach you how to really become cool?"