Spider-Man and Superman, the terrorist hunters assigned by the president, were standing above the fighter jet flying at an altitude of 35,000 feet and keeping a watchful eye on the terrorist plane.
"Where are these damn devils?" Impatiently Superman asked. "The countdown of the spacecraft launching is getting over within a few minutes."
"Be patient. They will be here at any time to go to space." Spiderman replied.
Their fighter jet made a wide round. While rounding, Spiderman could see the coming aircraft of terrorists down.
"They're here." Spider-Man showed the plane to Superman and contacted the pilot via a communication device to redirect their plane to the terrorist's plane. As the fighter jet approaches the terrorist's plane, Spider-Man shoots his web at the bottom of the fighter jet and jumps down hanging onto it. Battling his web, Spider-Man asked the pilot to get him into the right position to jump onto the terrorist's plane.
Abu Zil Zila, the pilot of the terrorist plane could not see the adventurous swinging of Spiderman just above his plane. Father Paththiri was doing the last confession in front of his patron saint. So he did not open his eyes or listen to anything. When the fighter jet came closer to the terrorist plane, the swinging Spiderman on his spider web gently landed on top of the terrorist plane without making any falling impact.
"I got him." Spiderman showed the victory sign to the Superman.
After a few moments, Superman was also reached by the Spiderman. Both of them, standing on top of the terrorist aircraft, vigilantly looked around to see the coming rocket.
"Are you ready for the mission?" Superman asked Spiderman.
"Yeah, We can execute the mission as we planned. But just wait a few minutes, until the rocket gets launched," Spiderman said.
"Let us check with the President?" Superman said.
"No. Don't do that. As this is our secret plan, we should not inform anybody about it. We will connect this terrorist plane to the spacecraft by my special spider web and let them fly to space." Spiderman said.
"Ok. As you like. But be aware that we are playing with aircraft carrying a bomb. We can't hold this fire for a long time." Superman warned. "If the saint sitting inside detects our presence here, he may detonate the bomb at any time."
"Before that disaster happens, we'll get them off our planet..." Spider-Man said. "Yes, look, the rocket has launched. Let the mission begin. You pull the plane towards the passing rocket. As the rocket approaches us, I will shoot my spider webs into the spacecraft attached to the rocket and tie the other end of the webs above this plane. That's enough to fly into space with the rocket. Later the journey will continue with the probe. that's all."
Clear. Let me begin my work." Superman jumped out of the terrorist plane and began to take the plane to push it toward the coming rocket. Spider-Man stood cautiously on top of the terrorist plane, ready to shoot his spider web at the spacecraft.
A few minutes later, with a loud noise, the rocket reached them. Superman rushes towards the rocket with the terrorist plane. As soon as Superman was within a comfortable distance, Spider-Man shot his special spider webs into the spaceship. He connected the other end of those webs to the terrorist plane.
"OK, our mission is over. Let us parachute immediately." Spiderman said to Superman.
"Ok. Let us jump. Now we are just beside the non-gravity zone." Superman said.
"Yeah, these saints are about to enter into the free world of space…" Spiderman said.
"Let's wish them a bon voyage."
"Yes,wishing them a pleasant journey to paradise." Superman showed thumps up.
The next moment, Spider-Man, who was on top of the terrorist plane, jumped down and shot his webs into the body of the flying Superman. Both the heroes completed their mission and returned.
Abu Zil Zila was in his passionate dream of paradise. He savored the perfume of the virgins who would receive him at the gates of Paradise and imagined the taste of the divine wine from the river of wine. Now he rests in his mansion in paradise with many virgins. He could hear music, a voice divine, which he had never heard before in his life. That music seduced him like alcohol.
"Oh… What a divine life is that…!" He said and suddenly he awoke from his dream in a shake of the aircraft. He noticed some strange things happening.
"What happened to my plane? I am supposed to move to the southwest. But now I am moving to the northeast. Going back? To where?" He found his plane was heading in the wrong direction.
Abu Zil Zila tried to divert the plane in his direction as per the route map. But flight is going in the opposite direction. And he noticed one more shocking thing, the increasing altitude..!
"65000 feet?" He stared horribly at the Altimeter. "What bloody shit is this?"
He tried to contact his base. But did not get any signal from the radio. While he trying to operate the radio, he saw that horrible scene, his plane was connected with a rocket rushing into space.
"Oh my God…, who did this? Who made this bloody trap?" He roared. "Is this the new strategy of the Pentagon? Throwing enemy to space?" Abu Zil Zila angrily asked the praying Father.
Father Paththiri slightly opened his eyes by pronouncing a few Latin words of his pray.
"Damn fool." Abu Sil Sila roared at Father Pathiri and continued in a fearful voice. "Oh my God… We have reached 85000 feet above. "Now we are heading to the space, not to the paradise."
He heard the laughing of Father Paththiri.
"I am ascending to the paradise now." Father Paththiri said loudly. "As I announced to the devotees, I am ascending now."