Spy Mage System
Chapter 276 - 276 A Race to the Plane

276 A Race to the Plane

The tension was insanely uncomfortable, knowing that I couldn’t move an inch, because if I did, we would be dead. Brie turned her head beside me, and her eyes widened, realizing the predicament I was in.

“Oh…” she muttered, barely moving her head to figure out the men that were in the row beside me. But as she leaned forward, more men hurried up to the second floor, including Luthor Bane with them.

And as if things couldn’t get any worse, guess what happened.

“Hey, this is the FBI, we need you to get down on the ground!” Luthor Bane shouted, sending the passengers into a frenzy.

The silence before converted into hollering screams of fear and mutters of confusion. “Get down!” Brie harshly whispered, as we lowered down behind the chair.

“Search the place, I want those two found,” Luthor Bane commanded, in which the agents unloaded and started searching throughout all the gates.

They grabbed and shoved citizens on their backs facing them, just to figure out if it was us two or not. All this chaos, caused by two people—just to emphasize: kids.

“Shoot, that means the flight is going to be delayed!” I shouted amidst all the screaming, which Brie gritted her teeth and looked around.

Her eyes laid on this small 40-passenger plane that looked as if it was still refueling.

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“Plan B,” she said.

“What do you mean Plan—”

“Follow me,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading through the gate. As we were escaping into the tube, one of the men shouted, “Hey, who’s running?!”

“We gotta move!” I said frantically, knowing those men were gonna be on us any second.

We ran through the tube, as their footsteps thundered behind us. “Stop moving kids!” they shouted, as we began to exit the tube. There were stairs to the side of the little transition to the plane.

“Jump!” Brie shouted, as she leaped onto one of the steps. I followed quickly, although I stumbled once I landed.

“We got the two escapees running down the stairs onto the road,” one of them said in their radios. “Make sure no airplanes are near them!”

Quickly, I got my gun, and shot two bullets—not exactly aiming to kill them, but to distract them more.

Two of them hit the metal pillars and ricocheted off of them, as the two men returned fire. “Where are you even running to?” I asked Brie, shooting.

“To that plane!” she said, pointing to the one I mentioned.

I was right.

She sped towards it, with me following, as we surely began to approach the plane.

“Someone needs to blow it up!” one of them shouted. I looked back, stopping once I heard that comment. “Connor!” Brie shouted, which I assume she stopped as well.

No one’s blowing up anything.

I charged up my Perk and sped towards them, in which they saw the red flame that was trailing behind me. “One of the escapees has a Perk!” one of them shouted, before I grabbed his shoulders and swung him across the scene.

He crashed into one of those vehicles, shattering the windshield.

The other attempted to lock in a punch, but the only thing he locked in was a trip to the hospital after I punched him hard in the gut.

He flew, and vigorously collided against one of the pillars.

“Come on, let’s go!” Brie shouted, as I glanced back at the body then ran forward with Brie. Eventually, we arrived at the plane, as Brie looked around, trying to see any sort of button to open the door. Obviously, there was none.

“Alright, I’m gonna do something,” she said, looking back in which her eyes widened with shock. I was compelled to see what it was, so I looked back, and her same expression was now written on my face.

It was a bunch of cars, probably Mercedes Maybacks or such, that were speeding in our direction.

“Well you better do that thing quickly, because company ain’t gonna be so nice to us!” I warned her. “Don’t worry, just hold on!” she shouted.

She ran over to the pilot’s side of the plane, which I could only hear the body of the plane being used in some sort of shape or form.

What really worried me was those troops of cars that were still speeding in our direction.

“Come on, Brie!” I updated.

All of a sudden, as if level two unlocked, men peeked out of their windows and began to load their weapons on top of the regulator.

“Brie!” I shrieked, knowing what was about to come to me.

“Wait…” she muttered, as fear began to creep inside and the tension began to climb, seeing those vehicles get closer—and closer—and closer.

“Brie!”

By the time I shouted that name, I heard the opening of the door. “Get in!” she shouted, as I ran towards that side of the plane.

There were black stairs that led inside of the plane, which we sped up. Brie quickly went inside of the cockpit, taking a seat in the pilot’s chair while I took the co-pilot’s.

“Do you know how to fly planes?” I asked.

“Trust me, I’ve been,” she said, releasing the flaps and doing all the nonsense you usually do to start a plane.

Slowly, the plane moved from its parking spot onto the road that led over to the take-off strip. The pursuers quickly drifted towards us, going towards us at full speed.

“I know we’re not at the point for takeoff, but can you speed it up a bit more?” I asked.

“Unless you want to crash,” she said, steadying her pace. The cars were already catching up, as she turned to one of the roads that was almost like a roundabout, leading to the take-off strip.

“Come on…” I muttered. “Wait, can we open these windows?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?” she wondered. I didn’t even answer her, being that I ran out the door and appointed one of the windows by the seats close to the cockpit and opened it.

The rush of the wind smacked against my face, as I struggled to fetch my gun.

Once I got it, I quickly positioned it towards the chasing vehicles. Then, I unloaded.

Shot after shot, I kept shooting, seeing some of the bullets shatter windows. It was working, for a while.

“We’re taking off!” Brie shouted, which my eyes enlarged from the report. I needed to put on my seatbelt now.

Quickly I shut the window, hoping they wouldn’t break it unless it was really going to be hard to breathe once we got up in the air.

Now thinking about it, why are these windows even able to open in the first place? Do they want the passengers to die?

The plane was now throttling up in speed, shooting down the strip as the cars desperately tried to follow, but to no avail.

Slowly the plane took flight, barely touching the ground before it soared into the air.

We made it, and we escaped.

“We—we did it,” I muttered, looking at Brie. She smiled as well, before we celebrated into a hug.

“Oh, my goodness. I thought we were dead,” I said, chuckling. She eventually followed in my footsteps as we looked at the blue sky, with clouds passing by.

There was now a sense of hope, a sense of faith. Maybe everything was going to be okay.

And I can say it was a good feeling, no doubt about that.

I laid back in my seat before looking at Brie. “So, what are you going to do once you get home?” I asked.

She chuckled. “I don’t even know.”

“You don’t? I do.”

“Of course you do, you nitwit,” she said, muttering the last part. I nodded. “Mhm, I’m gonna hug my mom, lay down on my bed, then drift off into an endless sleep.”

“Endless?”

“Not endless, but long sleep. You know what I mean,” I said, as Brie shook her head. “Must be fun for you,” she said, shooting a look at me.

I nodded, as the buttons and controls of the plane grabbed my attention.

“How did you even learn this?” I asked, looking at her. Her face squeezed out a little smile. “My dad was a pilot, and he’d always teach me all these controls and regulations of flying a plane,” she said. “It was fun.”

“Oh, is this your first time flying?”

“You pretend like I’m not a spy mage.”

“So I guess that’s a no,” I mumbled. Silence took over the conversation for a few seconds before she returned, “This is my second time.”

“Oh, like that’s any different.”

“Yeah, it sort of is. At least I know what to do from the first time,” she said, with a wide smile.

“Did you crash the first time?” I asked, but I received no answer. I’m assuming she did. I looked down, seeing all the buildings pass by like little toys scattered on the playground.

This time felt different, much different. And I liked the feeling, I really did.