Novel & Cerita Madagascar 2 Plane

An hour later, we board the private plane owned by the Magnus Group. “Did Mr. Magnus really lend us this?” I look around the spacious and equally luxurious plane. The Blackwoods were rich and owned a plane too, but it surely stood nowhere near the grandeur of this one. I have never seen something like this. It’s not just money, you see; it’s a glimpse of a whole new world. Something I didn’t even know existed. I look back at Griffin, who surprisingly seems to be much more at ease than me. In fact, now that I look at him a bit more carefully, he almost seems too used to it, as if this isn’t the first time, and not going to be the last one either.

That was all Selena wanted. "Geez, Mom. I don't want to eat anything. I'm not hungry anymore; I'm full," Allisya pouted. It was her own mom's fault for forbidding her favorite snacks. "Viewers, a plane crash has occurred on a flight from France to Indonesia at 2 PM. Currently—" Allisya fell silent. Her entire body suddenly froze, unable to move. A flight from France to Indonesia? Wasn't that the one Aris was taking to come home? And that guy hadn't told her he was returning to the country.

... At the Southern-Sudan Airport in Malawi, an airplane had just taken off 30 minutes ago. The airport turned out to be only open for student doing their masters in the country. Only graduates are allowed for that day so no other people boarded the plane that aren't graduates. The bird like gothic figure of the airplane laid balanced on the air as if some invisible force pulled it upwards and kept it in that balanced position forever as if not wanting to come down. The plane flew over the globe, reached the northpole of antarctica and then kept it's slow pace in the hidden confines of the bahamas! This people were known for setting off atomic bombs in the air so that anything caught with it

he said quietly. "But... but... how? Let's go over---" "You don't remember? We were hijacked, right? Someone intentionally made the plane go past its point of travel. We traveled over the Atlantic Ocean downward Africa that's why I thought we were going South. This isn't Algeria. Algeria is not as dry and deserted like this. There are many towns in Algeria. Not like this! This place is... almost like... Mauritania! It's super dry and empty and...

I will find him at all costs. Just then, Marco's phone rings. I jump out of my seat as he answers it and puts it on speaker. “Go ahead, Beta. We are all here, I have you on speaker." Marco says. “Marco, James. Kas is right. The jet didn't land at Agen La Garenne Airport, but there have been no emergency beacons or reports of crashes. We're working on tracking its location. I'm getting on a plane with your old team.” Marco and James give each other a knowing look, then look over at me. It is a mix of remorse, sympathy, and a hint of fear swirling in their eyes.

Among the less than a hundred flights, passenger planes accounted for eighty percent, and cargo planes accounted for twenty percent. However, since the location of the circle drawn by Merlin was probably in South Asia and Southeast Asia, there was not a single passenger plane that flew directly between these places and Mexico. In these five days, there was only one cargo plane that had taken off from Colombo, which was the capital of Sri Lanka. The model of this cargo plane was the conversion of the exact same Boeing 777 ultra-long-range passenger plane that Porter had mentioned earlier.

Why did it make her happy not to find anyone? It felt strange. But also… warm, a little. That night, as she rode the last train home toward Yoyogi, her phone buzzed. A new Story from Heri. Without hesitation, she tapped it open. A photo of a plane’s tail, standing tall on the dark apron of an airport, framed by a deep night sky. The caption read: Merak 88 service to Amsterdam. Gonna be a long night. Boeing 777-300ER PK-MRA.

The airport, or at least, I guess that was the airport, looked like it had not been used in a hundred years, and the entire place was covered in weeds and trees. Your typical post-apocalyptic deserted world type of shit, and I was in shock. "Did you take us to Tanzania? Maybe the plane's navigation system was off." Magnus said with a toe of Sarcasm. "What? "Olivia exclaimed. "You're all a band of dimwits. So you expected me to land a stolen plane In some random ass airport?" I sighed. She made a whole lot more sense now, and questioning her had been kind of stupid. "So are you guys ready to walk or do you have some dumb questions you want to ask?"

Please God let them rescue me before it's too late. Malachi's POV: "Alright everyone we land in a few minutes. From there we will meet up outside the old castle where they're located. You all know where you need to be as soon as we land. Dismissed" I say as the pilot instructs us to buckle up as the plane starts its descent. When the plane comes to a stop one of my men yank the door open and everyone empties out the plane to their designated vehicles when a second and third jet land on the other runways. I recognize my other smaller jet. If I wasn't so pissed about the situation I'd be giddy at the thought of unleashing my pack on my enemies. The third jet looks vaguely familiar but I can't

I grumbled and left her chuckling as I took my seat. First Rosa and now Becky. I should probably cut down on the PDA with Thane. I laughed inwardly at the thought. Who was I kidding? He'd never agreed to that. “We're ready for take-off,” Thane called. He leaned in and placed a quick but soft kiss on my lips before I could stop him. Becky's eyes twitched with amusement. A moment later, the voice of the pilot came through the overhead speaker. “Good morning, Mr and Mrs Renihardt, and welcome aboard. We'll be departing shortly for Maldives. Estimated flight time is just under twenty hours with a short stop in Dubai for refueling. We’re expecting clear skies all the way through. Sit back and enj