Chapter 151: The Reversal at 30,000 Feet

The recycled air in the first-class cabin was thick with the metallic tang of fear. At an altitude of thirty thousand feet, the world outside was a serene canvas of blue sky and white clouds, a stark contrast to the ugly, violent tableau unfolding within the pressurized metal tube. Bruce, the brutish leader of the hijackers, held a gleaming combat knife to a flight attendant's throat. His voice, amplified by the cabin's intercom, was a gravelly sneer. "Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt! We just...