Hijacking planes. Crashing, and All that good stuff.

It was not your normal day in Moscow, Russia. Well behavior wise it was but then again everyone was asleep, if not, was in front of a heater. Today was an all-time low -103 ^o Fahrenheit. Still everything ran normally. Well for 4:00 in the morning. At the Domodedovo International Airport however security was lax at best. Seeing how almost everyone called off today. So there was just a security guard or two and a couple passengers. So if anyone wanted to say come in and hijack a plane it wouldn't be too hard. Today just that happened.

Just now walking in the airport, Lucas headed straight towards the flights. Almost too late the security guards ran towards him. "Эй! Вы должны показать свой ​​билет и пройти через линию безопасности, чтобы пройти там."^[1] Making the tragic mistake of touching Lucas on a bad day, in an instant, his hand was gone. "Моя рука!"^[2] Rolling on the floor in pure pain he didn't even get to feel his entire skull shatter in a second under Lucas's left foot. Looking back up to the other security guard, he spoke very calmly. "Хотите присоединиться к нему? Если Так что приезжай сюда мною. Я сделаю это безболезненно."^[3] Without hesitation the guard ran out the door followed quickly by the few would be passengers. "Трусы."

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A/N- For some reason i felt the need to put the dialogue in russian. Thank you Google Translate.

Opening the door to the flight platform, Lucas took the climbed into the first plane he saw. Which, coincidentally, would have been headed to the exact same place he was going to. Walking towards the cockpit and opening the door, he sat comfortably into the captain's seat. Turning the necessary knobs and switches, within in the next two or three minutes the plane was started and coasting down the platform. After taking flight he set to auto-pilot and set the destination. Karakura Town here I come. Easing back into the chair and kicking his feet up, for four maybe five hours, listening to music, he never noticed that the light or the chime that the plane was giving off. Luckily though he took note of it when it started to stall and he was hurling towards the earth at over 100 miles and hour. But rather than stay he chose to parachute out of the plane. Soaring through the air, like a hawk, he determined the general direction of Karakura Town and headed towards it. Almost too late, he pulled the string only for the parachute to not come out. Aint this gonna hurt. With a mental smile he crashed down into a small town. Well was a small town. Walking out of the crater created by his fall, with just a couple scratches. At least no bruises yet. After stretching for a couple minutes he walked around aimlessly, having lost his sense of direction in the fall. Luckily after about an hour of wandering he noticed a sign that said ten miles to Karakura Town. Then as if the luckiest day a truck driver pulled up. "Need a ride?" Without much thought Lucas climbed in. "So, where you headed ......I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." "Lucas. Lucas Day Smith." "Okay, Lucas, where you headed." Making a laugh that sounded more like a wheezing noise than a laugh he responded, "What a coincidence, I'm headed to the same place to pick up some goods. I'm Chuck by the way." In just 20-30 minutes they were pulling into the warehouse. "Thanks for the ride Chuck." Jumping out of the truck and walking away. He heard faintly, "Any time Lucas."

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