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Several hours had passed by. It was daytime where the three were. Looking out the window, nothing but the ocean was around them. The two just finished sleeping.
"Hey, how much longer until we get there!" Mr. Malmsteen yelled from the back of the jet. He was growing a little impatient, even though he knew it would take some time before they reached their destination.
"Uh, it's gonna be a few more hours," the pilot responded. "We can't just poof there like magic," he whispered to himself.
Mr. Eisen was to busy on his phone to even pay attention to what his friend and the pilot were yelling.
"Why don't you try getting some of the food I had prepared for you," the pilot said.
Mr. Malmsteen groaned before getting up and heading over to the small refrigerator that was near the pilot's room. He bent down and opened it up. In there were some water bottles, soda, and some cold food.
"I don't want any of this crap," Mr. Malmsteen whispered to himself. "Do you want anything?"
"I wouldn't mind a bottle of water," the pilot responded.
"I wasn't talking to you!" Mr. Malmsteen yelled back. "I was talking to you Hank."
"Just some water," Mr. Eisen said, continuing to mess around on his phone.
Mr. Malmsteen grabbed a bottle of water and slammed the refrigerator door shut. As he walked back over to his seat, he dropped the bottle of water on the table near Mr. Eisen.
"Thanks," Mr. Eisen said, grabbing the bottle of water and placing it in the cup holder on his seat.
Mr. Malmsteen sat back down in his seat. He shut his eyes as he rested his head back. Mr. Malmsteen could feel the heat of the sunlight hitting his eyelids. The warmth then vanished. Opening his eyes, he could see the sky turn dark. No sunlight was escaping through the clouds. Even Mr. Eisen noticed how dark inside the jet was getting. They both looked out the window to see the nasty clouds they were now flying through. A bolt of lightening struck dangerous close to the jet.
"Woah, hey, hey get us out of this storm," Mr. Malmsteen said. "You know I don't like lightening."
"I'm trying, trust me," the pilot said. He then made a few sharp turns with the jet, throwing the two CEOs in the back around. "Where did this storm even come from anyway? The forecast said that it was clear."
The pilot continued to maneuver the jet around, dodging the bolts of lightening that were striking all around them. Hard drops of rain were pounding against the windshield. He could barley see in front of him.
"I don't know where we are," he said. "I can't see!"
Mr. Malmsteen quickly got up from his seat. Mr. Eisen put his phone back in his pocket and followed his friend. Both of the men were right outside the doorway to the pilot's room.
"Look out!" Mr. Malmsteen yelled as another bolt of lightening almost hit the jet.
"Watch it!" Mr. Eisen yelled at the pilot.
The whole jet then shook. "What happened?!" Mr. Malmsteen yelled.
"I think we were just hit," the pilot said. "Everything seems to be fine, but I don't think we can take another hit like that."
"Land the damn jet!" Mr. Eisen yelled.
"I would if I could see!" The pilot responded.
One final blow to the jet came. A large bolt of lightening struck down on the left wing. The whole jet shook and was now tilted. Mr. Malmsteen ran over to the window where he could see the wing. A small fire started but was quickly put out by the rain. Smoke was escaping off the wing.
"We've been hit!" Mr. Malmsteen yelled over to the two.
"You don't think I know that!" The pilot yelled back. "I'll try to see if there's anything we can land on."
Again, the jet shook. Another bolt of lightening had hit them. The lights inside the jet flickered before completely going out. The controls for the jet locked up.
"I don't have any control of the jet!" The pilot yelled, pushing all sorts of buttons to see if something would happen. "We're going down! We're gonna crash!"
Mr. Malmsteen ran back over to the two. The jet was in a nose dive. All of them held onto something inside the jet. They all closed their eyes as they awaited the impact.