"You sure that the guys at the airport won't snitch about the kid in the trunk."
"We already made the deal and the money switches hands after touchdown. They wouldn't want to snitch before getting paid now would they."
"I guess you're right. There's no need to worry."
At the front of the small plane the two pilots conversed before they heard an alarm go off.
"Is that the alarm? But it's not coming from here."
It was signalling to the the trunk.
"Yo Lander I'ma check the trunk to see what the fuss is about."
Pilot David disengaged his seat and did not come back for the following ten minutes.
Pilot Lander noticed this and proceeded to take up the aircraft remote loudspeaker.
"Pilot David. You are needed back at the co-pilot seat please proceed to the front."
He waited. No response.
"David get back to your frickin seat we need two pilots at the front deck."
He waited. Once again no response.
"David hurry up and get..."
Little did he know that behind him was a boy of highschooler age. Currently almost fully naked with only his underwear concealing his family jewels.
He was drenched in blood and heavily exhausted but he had to limit his breathing for this perfect moment.
He put his arms around the pilot's neck and breathed into his ears the following words.
"To think I would survive a sabotage kidnapping. But then again I'm not really from a normal family."
The pilot was utterly surprised.
"Wait kid if you kill me then who'll pilot the plane. How could a kid like you..."
Twist. Crack. Pale.
His neck followed this procedure.
And those were the last words of the pilot.
He took a good look at the pilot's badge. It read 'Apocalyse R'.
"And now for the hard part."
_Realistically I can't pilot this thing. I'll just have to take the second option_
He buckled up on the other pilot's seat and pushed a small button to the side.
_Eject_
He was launched ou of the aircraft, thousands of meters into the air.
The parachute was engaged in by the seat and caused a heavy air drag, effectively saving his life.
At around midnight at a certain police station, a boy of pale skin and dark blur eyes walked in covered in blood and bruises all over his book while almost completely naked.
The police officers were in shock because of such a horrid sight.
"Hey... kid. Are you okay?"
He fell on the ground before he could answer.
They rushed over to inspect the injured boy.
"Hey kid stay with me. What's your name?"
He blinked a few times while holding on to the last bit of his consciousness.
"Oh. It's... Job—Nordvitch. From the Nordvitch family."