THE BEGINNING:CHAPTER VIII:WRECKED
Lora with the help of four others, she was able to sealed her baby inside the overhead locker amongst other hand luggages far inside before going back to her hiding spot while the werewolf perceived some else was coming behind it's back and swiftly landed its sharp claws into Luke's abdomen but failed to evade the sharp metal which injured Luke drove into its lower rib piercing through its hairy torso. They both fell down dead on the ground leaving poor Murphy to fall down helpless on the fancy staircase tumbling heavily to the bottom stairs. "No! No!......... please wake up, honey!", Lora screamed in pain clasping dying Luke with her frail arms that was tainted with his blood while monster slowly transformed back to John whom she recognizes to be one of the soldiers in the recent elite team formed by the mayor to defend the borders of Summerville against external aggression where she had seen him patrolling close to Luke's office where he acted as the mayor's correspondent in the military barracks situated near the border each time she visited him and peered in utter surprise at him who lain stretched on the ground covered in a yellowish gelatinous liquid that slowly flowed on the smooth floor from his green anorak with the metal on his stomach while his eyes remained stark open.
Meanwhile, Captain Malcolm had succeeded in evading the enormous mountain veering the aircraft into safety which had required brutal strength to pull off regardless of being left alone to control the aircraft and gently handled the control panel when he had managed to pull the aircraft out of harm's way before relaxing his tensed breath but he was quite oblivious that the aircraft was heading towards another snowcapped mountain that was hidden by the first one which hit the bottom of the fuselage tearing it apart allowing it descend on the steep slope of the mountain that was shrouded with snow creating an avalanche on the sloppy mountain while the tail region of the aircraft fell straight down to the bottom of the steep cliff without caressing the rocky slope of the tall mountain. The other part which survive the ghastly collision, lay far deep in the snowfield at the bottom of the mountain along with some stony rubbles that were scattered around the crisp snow while some parts of the wreckage suddenly caught on fire but burned out slowly near the large jet engine still fixed on the broken right wing of the plane leaving the left wing to lose a snowcladded damaged jet engine.
"Flight A43.....do... you read me?", a coarse voice sounded from Malcolm's headset that have somehow fallen off the fuselage during the hard impact with the tip of the mountain which layed bare on the snowfield close to the jet engine. The fuselage lay bent on the snow with its right flank allowing the lifeless corpses inside to be push the right pulling some broken seats from the left angle which crushed the dead bodies of the passengers including Captain Malcom who had his head covered with the other seat while a small fractured part of the flight deck exposes his bleeding body that sustain many internal injuries.
"Flight A43...do you copy?", the coarse voice resounded again but died off leaving the silent chilly breeze to gently swirl round the wreckage brought about an accidental collision with the steep cliff which wasn't taller than the other one that shrouded it completely with its huge size.
Back at the air traffic control center in Greaves, ten staff workers sat behind their desk seriously working at the late hours of the cold night in order to ensure that other flights arrived safely at their scheduled destination in time without encountering any problem and trying to get various updates of each aircraft under their authorized control including feedbacks from every pilot flying their aircraft within their radar.
"Jerry, what happened to flight A43?", a plump man in grey suit with a black tie asked with sheer curiousity as he sip from his brown coffee swallowing down his dry throat.
"I have no idea, the radio signal suddenly went offline right there", Jerry replied pointing to a computer screen which displayed "OFFLINE", by the indicator of the computer's radar system which indicated each coordinate points taken by the aircraft during it's entire flight.
"How can that be possible? What was the last message they sent to you?", The man whose name was Philip Greyham questioned trying to find out what exactly went wrong with the plane as he peered at the computer screen which indicated flight was last seen that boldly read northern east forty-five degree south east and displayed that exact time it went off "3:00AM" clearly on the flight's radar.
"Well, the last I heard from captain Malcolm, the head pilot of the aircraft, was just after the aircraft lost its engine on the right wing which he informed me about but failed to tell me how it got damaged what happened afterwards was totally unclear", Jerry answered resting his back on his desk chair with his right index finger touching his lips while he held a black ball pen close to the keyboard that lie flat on the white desk close to a pile of red files neatly arranged on the desk. His blue long sleeves was clearly gilded by the bright light along with his long red tie caressing his black pants.
"Did he provide any other Intel apart from the last message?", Philip asked drinking his hot coffee from a white mug he took from his house.
"Yes he did, he actually sent a squawk message indicating that the aircraft is having some sort of a problem which I asked when the signal came through and he told me something strange about a queer werewolf inside the aircraft but we lost contact with him afterwards", Jerry asked looking at Philip's blank face.
"And did you inform anyone else about it?", Philip interrogated again peering at the computer screen.
"Huh..... No I didn't because I found it very hard to believe that a mythical creature would be inside an aircraft and decided to stay quiet about it since it's quite an incredible tale", Jerry chuckled nervously which didn't amused Philip who had almost finished his coffee.
"Alright then, send a report to the our small search party, the police and the NAS agency in order to find our missing aircraft", Philip said prodding Jerry on his shoulder and walked away from him but Jerry stopped him abruptly.
"Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question", Jerry bravely asked looking at Philip who wasn't pleased with his intrusion.
"No....I don't mind at all. But make it quick, I really need to wrap up and close for the day", Philip replied glancing at his wristwatch that told him that he has spent a lot of time way past his bedtime reluctantly giving in to his demand after thinking about avoiding his boring questions which all the staff work as hate to listen to each time they came in contact with him especially Gabriel who was stationed beside him as his partner who detest his inquisitive nature.
"What if the incredible tale turn out to be true... and they failed to curb the situation?", Jerry asked crossing his fingers together peering at Philip who wasn't paying attention to him.
"I... don't really have any idea about the existence of werewolves but what I do know is that there might be a high possibility that the aircraft may have crashland around somewhere in that region. And you'll bear the consequences if that happens but don't forget to tell Ella to send those files to my computer, I really need it to prepare our monthly report", Philip replied walking away from him to his office leaving Jerry behind to be lost in deep thought about the possible existence of a werewolf in the aircraft which sounds incredible for him to believe.
"Hello, what's your emergency?", A lovely female voice inquired through a radio contact which Jerry had sent to precinct forty nine , a subdivisional district agency of the National Agency of Security which was enacted by the mayor to safeguard life and property of the citizens as well as training undercover agents for the purpose of protecting the lives of passengers in every aircraft present in the city in accordance with the confederal laws of the country.
"Hello, I am Jerry Anderson from the air traffic control cooperation of Greaves airway and there's been a huh.. missing aircraft that was scheduled to land this evening. I was told by my boss to send a report about the missing airplane to your district agency", He replied with a coarse voice as he sip down his hot coffee into his throat which he had prepared to keep him awake during his usual late night duty.
"Please hold on a minute, while I notify the senior officer of the task force in charge of handling this case", the female voice replied and put the radio call on hold for several minutes which infuriated him but he did nothing and just sat there drinking his coffee that prevented sleep from taking over his mind while peering at the radio equipment waiting for her to respond again and was about to give up when the voice spoke out.
"Hello, are you still on the line?", the female voice inquired from the radio transmitter preventing him for giving in to sleep.
"Yes!.....yes I'm here .....huh..so what did he say? Should I send you the report?", Jerry asked feeling half asleep on his night duty intentionally assigned to him by Philip as a means to punish him for his queer demeanor and attitude.
"Well... I guess so since that's the best thing to do right now because he has already retired home from work....so please send every details of the missing airplane to our database so that I'll send it tomorrow to the department in charge", the female voice replied and added, "My night shift will soon be over so, hurry up",
"Yeah, tell me about it", He muttered to himself and rejoined," Alright, I will send a copy of every little detail to your computer and please save it in your database for easy access tomorrow", He replied wiping off pieces of dirt from his hair with his hand.
"Noted and I'll surely do that right now", the female voice responded and hung up the radio call. He wasted no time in turning on the sleeping computer in front of him which boldly displayed the emblem of Greaves airways on the white screen that gilded his tired face but he leveled the backlight down in order for his eyes not to get damaged by the bright light emitted from the computer screen and swiftly clicked on the grid files folder using the mouse revealing vital documents arrayed in grid format.
"Oh, here it is", Jerry mumbled out to the empty office that has been abandoned by other staff workers who had retired home to pass the night leaving him and the security guard down stairs alone in the office building. He doubleclicked the mouse again searching for the required file containing every Intel about the flight in the computer hard drive which is top secret meant for the eyes of only qualified personnel and those permitted to access such restricted documents using the exquisitely designed mouse. After scrolling passed unwanted files, he finally arrived at the folder that contains every details about flight A43 which entails all the recorded flight carried out during the month including the last flight corodinates and departure time. He instantly copied it and saved the original file somewhere else in the computer.
"And now..... let's send it to my other night duty officer", He muttered away flicking his red tongue over his dry lips and clicked the send button on the black keyboard.