Airship FAST SPARROW VI, Washington D.C. Aerodrome, May 15th, 1940, 9.02 hours
Valery headed to the galley of the airship just after its take off to fetch the requested donuts and coffee. She entered the compartment, not anticipating any trouble.
She found the young lady and a squire of the shipservice taped up and gagged on the floor, wriggling and mewing.
Instantly fully alerted, she reached for her service pistol, only to feel the cold steel of a barrel at her neck.
"Dont move. No sound."
Valery cursed inwardly, but obeyed. Her mind racing, she saw two hispanic gals coming forth, casually clad, but armed with handguns and looking deadly serious.
The one behind her ordered curtly:
"Take her gun. Tie and gag her. And foremost, search her for the key to the compartment."
"Damned, I ran into this like a greenhorn", she thought, but there were now few options left.
Quickly, her gun was taken, her hands taped behind her back, and a wadding of cloth stuffed into her mouth. As tape was applied over her lips to seal the gag, another of the terrorists began searching her for the key.
The three hispanics were nervous, Valery could smell their sweat under their cheap parfume.
"I have it!"
"Good. Lets get things going."
At that moment, the airship wheeled to the right, back towards the departure tower.
"What the hell?" The leadress of the terrorists cursed...
FAST SPARROW VI, compartment of Jill T. Ryan, same minute
Jill looked up from her papers as an officress of the ships crew hastily entered the cabine.
The two secret service girls instantly reached for their guns.
"Lady Ryan, there is an emergency. The captain was called by chief of Delta Force, informing her of an impeding abduction attempt of this airship. We are returning immediately and you best prepare to leave ship."
Jill nodded at that and looked at her bodyguards. She seemed much cooler than they. Well, they had the responsibility.
Danielle, one of the guards, peered out the door, weapon drawn.
That was when the shooting started...
FAST SPARROW VI, the passenger compartment I, just then
Gloria Mendoza had expected things going wrong, but not this wrong. Instead of a clean takeover of the ship, there was a very bloody firefight with the secret service gals. The good gals, to speak the truth.
Passengers were screaming in panic, one squire and an old lady were wounded by stray bulletts, two of the terrorists were dead, and the gal in the door to Ryans cabine just went down heavily wounded or dead too.
But there was another one, looking for a secure aim, so not to injure innocents.
Felice, the leadress of the terrorists, seized a ten year old boy, using him as a shield, that scum. She cried out:
"Surrender, else a shoot the boy!"
Gloria winced inwardly.
The shooting stopped. The gal in the door hesitated.
"Do it now!"
On a command from inside the cabine, the secret service woman obeyed. Her gun slided down the galleyway.
Felice and the other living terrorist rushed forward.
Gloria followed them only hesitantly. What a mess. And the worst part was yet to come. Should she shoot the Ryan now? The airship had just landed again. Outside was police.
It was still incredibly noisy, with the passengers in panic.
The cop turned terrorist used her best policewoman voice and announced:
"The shooting is over. Everyone calm down. Any doctors or nurses? Tend to the wounded."
To Glorias own surprise it worked, the people clinging to every authority offered.
Then she forgot about the passengers as the Ryan appeared in the door, cool as ice.
My goddess, she had intended to vote this woman in November, and now she had to kill her.
The police could storm the ship every moment, she had to act, now or never.
Her eyes met Ryans gaze, and somehow the presidential candidatress seemed to knew. Their eyes locked.
Like in a trance, Gloria aimed her gun at the Ryans head...
* its part 9, not 7, sorry for that. But I gather it didnt matter much.