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From: Tawnyangel22 Sent: 5/26/2006 12:41 PM
Canberra, Australia, July 18, mid morning (Tracy Island late morning)
In the departure lounge of Canberra Airport, King Bhumibol Adulyadej III of Thailand shook hands with the Australian Prime Minister. Beside him, his Queen Manya-Phathon chatted informally to the Australian Prime Minister's wife.
"This has been a good visit, Prime Minister," he said. "The relations between our two countries as well as the export and import situation will be much improved."
"I agree, Your Majesty," was the reply. "Ah. It looks as though your jet is ready for you to board," he added as one of the bodyguards approached. "Farewell, my friend. I will come visit you and your country very soon, to formalise our agreement."
"I look forward to that day," the king replied, then he and his entourage crossed the tarmac and boarded the aircraft. He went to the cockpit and spoke briefly to the pilot and co-pilot, then acknowledged the two members of the cabin crew before taking his seat, joining his wife and the others of his entourage who had already buckled themselves in. Once they were ready, the plane taxied to the runway and shortly took off. Their flight plan showed that they would head northwest, over the Malaysian peninsula and on to Bangkok.
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The Hood sat back, a satisfied smile on his face. He was in his temple, monitoring the news reports. He had been looking for a way to get close to International Rescue, and when he learned of the King's visit to Australia, a plan began to form. The jet's return trip would have it passing within a few miles of the temple hideout. This would make it simple to jam its systems, including communications, bringing it down. No one would be able to locate it -- except International Rescue. And that's exactly what he wanted. He continued to monitor transmissions between the jet and ground control, in order to be ready. As he waited, he verified that all the other elements of his plan were in place. He'd plotted this down to the last detail. Today he would learn more information about that infernal organisation, and soon have a way to bring it down, and obtain their technology.
It wasn't long before the transmissions made him realise it was time to put his plan into motion. He switched on the jamming controls, and waited.
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The cabin crew was just starting to bring round refreshments, when without warning the plane suddenly lurched. The 'please fasten your seat belts' sign came on and everyone complied.
"Probably turbulence, your Majesty," one of the bodyguards said.
But in the cockpit, the trouble was certainly not turbulence. The pilot struggled with the controls. Nothing was reacting. He looked at his co-pilot in horror.
"The controls are completely dead, nothing is working. We are descending completely out of control."
The co-pilot grabbed the microphone and called urgently, "Mayday, Mayday! This is King Bhumibol Adulyadej's private jet. We have lost control and are descending rapidly." He heard nothing but static in reply. "Mayday, Mayday! Can anyone here me?"
There was nothing. The two pilots looked at each other. "Whatever is affecting the controls has also caused communications to go out as well. We can't let anyone know we're in trouble."
"Is there no way we can glide the plane down?" The co-pilot said.
"Look where we are! We are flying over dense jungle. Where on earth can we land?"
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The Hood went to an observation area at the peak of his temple hideout and began searching the skies with his binoculars. Soon he spotted the jet. He smiled evilly. Soon it will be down, and only a few kilometres from here. Once I know it has crashed, I will get into my disguise and be ready to go to the site as soon as I know International Rescue has arrived. He watched as the plane descended, until it was too low for him to see. But from his vantage point he heard the sounds of the crash and the animals frightened by it. He turned and headed back down to prepare.
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The pilot contacted the cabin crew and briefed them, giving orders to ready the passengers. The senior member then went to the front of the cabin and said, "Your Majesty, something has gone wrong with the controls and communications. We are going down. Please, everyone, make sure your seat belts are securely fastened and assume the crash position you have been shown."
The King looked out, the jungle was coming up to meet the plane at a frightening speed. "Allah preserve us! Everyone, do as you have been told! Now!"
There were screams and cries of "Allah, preserve us," repeating the king's exclamation. But everyone was used to instantly obeying any order he gave them, and they did what they were supposed to. The cabin crew quickly went to their seats and buckled themselves in. And, amid sobs and prayers, they waited.
The jet hit the upper canopy of the jungle nose first, with a savage jolt, and began to slide and scrape through large branches and thick vines. The noise of the branches on the metal was deafening. The plane came to a halt suspended a long way from the ground and listing over at a 30 degree angle. Birds flew away in all directions and there were screams and cries from both within the jet and outside. Finally there was an uncanny silence.
Malaysian disaster by Tawnyangel22 and Hobbeth
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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