Ketchikan Airport
Nine miles south
Altitude: 1,000 feet
MMA is piloting the Cessna with his new beautiful, Russian “wife.” She sits in the other front seat. The pilot is mysteriously missing. MMA’s cell phone goes off and he answers.
He just listens and finds out his friends have just died in a nuke explosion set off by the Russians.
His Russian “wife” is suspicious knowing what probably is happening.
MMA gets off the phone and puts a gun to his wife’s head.
She says,
“You want to see peace on earth don’t you? Then we must work together.” MMA says, “Your people just detonated one of those suitcases and killed my friend. Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your pretty little head?”
She says, “My friend was then killed too.”
This does nothing to change MMA’s mind.
She then desperately says,
“I can show you how to get around the timer.”
MMA uncocks the Glock on her head but keeps it there.
“You better, otherwise we both blow up.”
She nervously reaches around behind her and grabs the suitcase, which is where a dead pilot with a bullet in his head is slouched. She opens the suitcase and says,
“Give me your phone.”
MMA doesn’t really trust her but decides to play along for now. He hands his phone to her.
She gets into a program on her cell phone and types a bunch of numbers.
“There. It’s disarmed and there is no way anybody can rearm it.”
MMA suspicious, “How do we detonate it?”
“I can show you but we need some very specialized software and hardware tools.”
MMA stares at her and decides to let her live.
“Dump him while we’re still over water,” MMA says looking at the dead pilot.