Why Didn't Homelander Save The Plane の小説・ストーリー

"Put it down!" "Never!" The pilot glared at Evan. "You wanted to know who the culprit is, right? Let me tell you before you die!" However, Evan had no interest in that revelation at the moment. He needed to hurry and jump off the helicopter. Otherwise, he would perish if the helicopter crashed. Caroline and the children were still waiting for him, and he couldn't afford to die. He swiftly dashed toward the cabin door. As he neared the cabin door, the pilot confessed, "It's Hector Jordan who wants you dead! He's Mr. Hendrix! Well, you can finally rest in peace now."

"Don't cry, Tegan. I can't bear to see your tears..." However, Tegan’s tears fell onto his face, drop by drop. She held his hand tightly. The warmth from her hand was the only thing giving him the final strength to hold on. Leanna sat in the car and trembled uncontrollably. She couldn’t believe the scene unfolding in front of her. She had only intended to run over Tegan. How did it end up being Lorian instead? Why did he save Tegan? Shouldn't a businessman like him be the most self-serving person? Why would he be willing to sacrifice his life for a woman?

she said hoarsely one afternoon, "when I'm discharged, let's leave this place. We'll move to another city, alright? I'll finish handing over all my work, and I'll never see him again." I did not reply. I heard promises like this too many times before. That afternoon, my phone screen suddenly lit up. A message from an unfamiliar number appeared. "Mr. Vance, guess what? If I walk onto the rooftop right now, do you think your Dr. Miller would abandon your child just to come save me? How about we make it a bet?" Attached was a photo. A wrist wrapped in bandages. And in the background–clearly visible–the corner of the hospital rooftop.

, Ace of Diamonds told him and the man seemed to agree with her because the very next minute, he produced a gun and shot all five of his guards present in the room, sealing the secret from his own end. “Deal”, the man said and struck his hand out for a handshake which Ace of Diamonds took and right there and then, truce was called between the two groups. Ace of Diamonds walked out of there with a huge smile on her face and ready to go home to her family so when the pilot activated the bomb vest he had on, she didn't know because she was busy typing out a sweet message for her wife. ‘I’m on my way home to you both now, princess’ She had just hit 'send’ when the helicopter blew up to pieces, s

Just then, Anna and the man with glasses found me. “Is there a spare key for the cockpit? The plane’s speed is slowing down because of air resistance. We have to fix the self-destruct program right now and get ready for an emergency landing!” The man with glasses pleaded, “You said you know how to fly a plane, right? Assist me. Let’s work together and save everyone!” I let out a cold laugh. “Oh, so now you want my help. I begged all of you to help me earlier. None of you believed me. I got beaten to a pulp right in front of you. You all just looked away. Fine. If that’s how it is, then let’s all die together.”

He remembered a thin back bent beneath his weight, a voice in his ear forcing him to stay awake. Hold on. We’re almost there. For years he had thought that voice belonged to Sylvie. Now the paper in his hand told him what should have been obvious from the beginning. The one who saved him had been Elara. The woman he married was the one who had carried him out of the fire. And he had killed her to save a liar. A raw, broken sound tore out of him. He clutched the box to his chest and dropped fully to the corridor floor, shaking so hard he could barely draw breath.

"Y-You can fly a plane too?' "Now's not the time for flattery, don't you think?" Gwyneth rolled her eyes at Liam in response—it was obvious given the turn of events that this was a setup. "If those thugs want us dead, it won't just be the pilot. There's just no assurance that he'll succeed." Liam calmed down to think in turn. "You mean there's someone other than us on this plane?" As they locked gazes, their eyes widened—a gunshot rang from the back of the plane!

Noah asked, direct, concerned, scared for him. “What I should have done from start,” Landon said, standing up, defensive, aggressive. “Making them pay, destroying them like they tried to destroy us.” “By crashing their company?” Noah asked, disbelief in voice, in eyes. “By ruining thousands of innocent people?” “They’re not innocent,” Landon argued, weak, knowing it but not caring. “They work for Harts. They benefit from Hart money. They’re part of it.” “That’s not true,” Noah said, patient, trying to reach brother lost in darkness. “Those are normal people with families, with bills, with lives. They didn’t kidnap Sienna. Isabella did.”

I snapped, thinking about the situation Abigail was in because of them. “So, will you get it fixed in time?” Lazarus asked. I knew we hated each other, but if the hell plane didn’t get this fixed, it could start a war with the heaven plane, which would cause problems for both of us. “We believe so, we caught it fast enough.” I paused as long as the ones that escaped were caught fast enough. “On another note, Lazarus, I need to speak to you regarding what you were trying to tell me the other day.”

I bury my face into his chest and let it all out. “You didn’t know, no one knew. Even if you told someone what you saw, she probably would have still tried to take him. You can’t blame yourself. You can’t assume that you telling someone would have gotten her help. Would your dad have listened and gotten her any help?” Landon lifts my face and wipes the tears away. “This is not your fault. If anything, blame can be passed around. It isn’t all on your shoulders.” Landon’s eyes gloss over. He refocuses and looks at me. “The warriors are waiting for us. Let’s go get Lincoln.” ~Lincoln~