Escape!

You can’t take the chance of the gas overcoming you again, not for any reason. The restraints holding you to the chair are tight and would probably hold a normal **** victim, but you studied escape artistry under the watchful eye of Mr. Mystery and, with a few quick contortions, make short work of the bonds. Tearing the gas mask from your face, you take a breath of pure air and rise to your feet.

Unfortunately, the plane hits a patch of turbulence just at that moment and, still slightly affected by your ordeal, you’re thrown to you knees with a crash.

“Hey!” shouts the bigger of the two Pawns, “She got loose!” Dropping into a fighting stance, watch as he spins around in his co-pilot seat and moves back into the cabin. “Sorry bird-bitch,” he growls, drawing an electrified rod, “You’ve got to go back to sleep till we get to the island.”

You keep your eye on his weapon, feigning dizziness to lure him closer. He raises his hand and goes for an overhead swing but you easily parry, turning him around into a Judo throw and slamming him down onto the floor. Moving quickly you grab his wrist and elbow and bend his arm, bringing the end of the rod down on his chest.

“No way,” he shouts, twisting away from you, “You don’t think Her Majesty would give us weapons that would hurt us through our own armor, do you?” He swings a wild punch at you as he tries to get up.

“Never hurts to check,” you respond, parrying his blow and sweeping his legs out from under him again, “You guys are pretty stupid, after all.” You throw a kick that connects with the side of his head, dazing him for a moment. The plane lurches again before you can put him out and you whirl around just in time to dodge his partner’s baton.

“Who’s flying the plane, you idiot?” you shout, launching a kick that slams into the smaller Pawn’s side, staggering him back even as the jet begins to turn it’s nose down. The bigger man tries to approach you from behind but you slam your elbow backwards, landing a crushing blow right on his face and knocking him out of the fight. There’s no response from his partner who thrusts at you with the energy weapon again.

The jet engines scream and the whole plane shifts again, angling down as the unsecured tank of anaesthetic tumbles to the front of the cabin. Realizing you don’t have time to play around, you dodge his attack and grab his wrist, pulling him towards you and slipping around behind him. You palm the back of his head and slam his face into the wall of the plane’s cabin, shattering his goggles and sending him to dreamland along with his friend.

Racing to the cockpit you wonder if there’s enough time to pull the jet out of the nosedive. You see the ocean rushing up towards you as you grab the controls, pulling back with all your strength and trying to correct your course. The engines roar in protest and you think you hear metal tearing under the strain. At the last possible second, your angle corrects just enough that you don’t crash directly into the sea.

The small jet skips off the water like a stone with an enormous crash. You realize that the plane is spinning and you’re not buckled in. You grab hold of the controls as alarms ring and buzz all around you, barely audible over the explosion of the engines. Your twisting through the air, clinging on for dear life as the jet falls apart around you. The remnants of the plane crash down on the beach of an isolated island, slamming you against the console and knocking you out again.

. . .

Time passes and you slowly blink your way back to consciousness. You’re alive, although a quick look around what is left of the jet confirms that you’re the only survivor of the crash. You have a major bump on your head and a bruised chest that will be sore for weeks but you don’t feel like you’ve taken any other injuries. The plane is a total wreck and if your costume was somewhere onboard, it’s gone now, probably scattered somewhere into the ocean. You seem to be on some kind of tropical island. Looking at the plume of black smoke rising from the crashed jet, you realize if you aren’t alone on this island, whoever is here will be headed this way soon.