[ WP ] A pair of terrorists are about to hijack a plane when unrelated issues threaten to crash it .

My rapid breathing fogged up the planes window as I stared out into the freezing winter ’ s night. Toronto ’ s skyline was beautiful at night, the lights from the city reflecting off the nearby mountains and valleys. I always wanted to live in Toronto, but I was always travelling with my partner around Northern America, so there was no time to settle down. I corrected my breathing, and exchanged looks with my partner sitting in the next row over. Nothing suspicious about him looked like a semi-wealthy business man on a flight home. I looked at myself, branded hoodie, jeans and converse. We couldn ’ t have been any more different in appearances but our goal was the same, immense wealth and a holiday house in Budapest. 
 
 The moment to strike was nearing. We had everything planned down to the smallest of details. Times, passengers, routes and exits, the time it takes to get from their seats to the cockpit, literally everything. We had our gear, ultra-light Kevlar was worn beneath my parka ( and his suit ), two 9mm pistols and zip ties. The pistols had been stored in our hand luggage, which are padded in a way so they won ’ t appear on metal detectors. The perks of the job I guess. 
 We were waiting for the seatbelt sign to turn off, and then we would strike. I was usually patient but not today, we had planned this operation for weeks and our start was delayed by a seatbelt sign. The sign shined green as if to mock me, little bastard. I shifted in my seat, and gazed down the corridor to the cockpit, our goal. However, something caught my eye, a young man wearing a suit identical to my partners stood up in the corridor despite the seatbelt sign clearing still on. What a fool I thought to myself as a stewardess approached him. However much to my surprise, my partners surprise and every other passenger on the plane, the man brandished a small 9mm pistol from his suit and shot the stewardess point blank in the head. 
 
 The plane erupted into chaos. Passengers tried to run but quickly realised they had nowhere to go. Another man stood up with a shotgun, and commandeered everyone to get down. I looked at my partner, he looked at me, and we looked at the 2 men with guns robbing the plane WE were meant to rob. Another crew, hitting the same plane we planned to hit, before we even stood up. We exchanged a look, and decided there were plenty of planes in the sky to hijack. 
 
 
 
 *My first writing prompt, hope you all enjoy: ) Would love any creative criticism and advice for future stories thanks! * 

