[ WP ] A cargo plane is being hijacked . You must use whatever you find in the cargo to purge the villain !

Before the man even spoke, I knew what he was holding in his hand. The faint metallic click as his finger brushed the trigger was all too familiar. I swallowed instinctively and had to will myself not to turn around. I could n't risk anything. 
 
 `` You will direct this plane to bearing 256, and you will take it to Moscow. If you do not, you will die.'' 
 
 Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of my co-pilot, who had turned a pale white colour, vaguely reminiscent of sour milk. I gave an almost imperceptible nod. 
 
 *Listen to him, * I pleaded, but I hid something else in that nod. A telepathic signal that could only be interpreted through years of knowing the other. 
 
 I turned the cyclic slowly at first, taking the plane to the new bearing and waited, tense in my seat. Then I seized my opportunity as the hijacker relaxed his grip slightly, obviously relieved we had decided to follow his instructions. 
 
 In that brief moment, as the barrel of the gun dipped by less than a millimetre, I wrenched the stick sharply to the left, and the plane began to bank quickly, the floor sloping away. I felt a weak force tug at my legs, pulling me slighter deeper into my seat. It was only a slight force, but it was enough to cause the man to lose his balance, and he slid across the cabin and swore as his shoulder slammed into the wall behind me. 
 
 I spun out of my seat, my heartbeat quickened as I stared him down. Confident in my partner's ability to maintain control of the plane, I lunged at the hijacker. A fist caught me in the jaw, and my mouth filled with the metallic tang of blood, my vision blurring in and out as stars danced in front of my eyes. 
 
 I lashed out blindly with a fist, and felt it connect with something solid, hearing a satisfying grunt as I knocked the air from his lungs. I was acutely aware of the clattering of metal as the gun tumbled from his grasp. 
 
 Both of us hesitated then, an almost comical moment as the two of us regarded the weapon on the floor. I reached it first, but was sent crashing to the floor by an impact from behind. 
 
 But I still held the gun. 
 
 I turned to face him, lying on my back, the muzzle pointed at his chest. 
 
 *It's too light. * 
 
 The hijacker smiled and kicked the empty gun out of my hands. As he gripped my collar and hauled me to my feet, I did likewise to him. We grappled with each other for several seconds, until I brought a knee into his stomach, as he fell through the unlocked hatchway into the cargo section below.
