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

*Ding* 
 
 The stewardess help button turned on. A flight attendant from the front of the plane was talking to another one, but turned around to go help out the passenger. Two men sat near the back of the plane. They had met only once before, since if they were caught they needed to know as little information on one another as possible. The leader of the two went by `` John'' and the follower went by `` James''. John and James were on a mission from God, at least in their eyes. They were there to suicide crash a plane into a New York City skyscraper. Any would do, but they needed to send a message to America. That they were not, and never would be safe. 
 
 James looked nervous, so John gave him a glare. James swallowed, and grabbed the specially made plastic knife that was concealed in his bag. James was the pilot, and John was there to make sure everything went smoothly from the back. John nodded, and the stewardess reached them. 
 
 `` Umm sirs...'' she began `` Can I ask for your help?'' 
 
 James gave John a nervous look, but John was unphased. 
 
 `` Yes ma'am, what's the problem?'' 
 
 `` Are either of you a pilot? I'm just curious'' 
 
 Maybe there was an easy way into the cockpit after all, thought John. 
 
 `` Yes'' replied John `` My friend James here is a commercial pilot'' 
 
 `` Can you come with me?'' she asked 
 
 James nodded, and as he got up he looked at John for guidance. John nodded at him to go. 
 
 The stewardess showed him into the cockpit. The pilots were slumped over, unconscious. Panels were beeping, but the plane was stable for now on autopilot. 
 
 `` Sir can you land the plane? I came in here and they were unconscious and wo n't wake up, and I tried to call for help and all of a sudden the panels started beeping and I do n't know what to do!'' she stammered out 
 
 James was taken aback. This was n't part of the plan. He was a simple man, and did n't really know how to improvise. Under pressure like this he would get lost. 
 
 `` Well I, uh, I mean uh, I guess `` he was able to get out 
 
 `` Thank you sir thank so much!'' the stewardess moved one of the pilots, and James nervously sat down. The panels were saying that the fuel was running low, and dropping fast. Maybe there was some kind of leak. It did n't like they would make it to New York. James' heart fell, he knew John would be mad when he found out. 
 
 James took the plane off autopilot and started a controlled descent. In the back of the plane, John smiled. He knew things were going well. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He felt calm, because he knew it would all be over soon. He decided he wanted to watch it happen. He opened his window and looked out across the city. But it was n't the city. They were low to the ground over corn fields. He swore. That imbecile James, he thought. 
 
 As they approached the ground, James found a nice level field and gently eased her onto it. The plane slowly decelerated to a stop. He leaned back. 
 
 The stewardess jumped up. `` You did it! You're a hero sir! You saved many lives today, you will be getting an award for sure!'' She beamed at him. 
 
 He gave back a feeble smile. She walked away thinking he was just tired, but really he was terrified. They had failed their mission, and John would not be happy. He watched the passengers get off the plane one by one, congratulating him and giving him tearful thank yous. He acknowledged them all, but was really waiting for one person. 
 
 The line got small, and soon everyone was off the plane, except for one man. John walked up to James. He stood there silently for a second, calm but deeply enraged inside. James stood there fearfully, waiting for what would happen. John smacked him forcefully. He glared at him, then went down the slide. James followed. 
 
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 John and James were brought around to dozens of news networks and to even more interviews from journalists, all wanting to hear the story of the Savior of flight 211. James responded to all the questions almost honestly, but seemed rather serious. He ended up getting a medal of honor from the president for his heroics in saving so many lives. Throughout all of this, John stood in the background, silently fuming, feeling robbed of the glory he thought they would receive for their planned act.
