A storm was blowing in, the cold and snow shrieking across the remains of the shattered plane, roaring against the walls shaking #dust down as everything violently groaned around him.

“Sam?”

I looked up from the corpse I was rolling onto its side to see one of the kids, Sophie, sneaking around.

“This isn’t a good place to be sweety.”

She glared at him, “Dave stole my game.”

I could have almost laughed, “I thought it die~ oh, uh,” I looked down at the old woman I was rolling over, “Are you okay with this.”

Sophie scoffed, “You saw what was left of my big brother. I’ve seen worse.”

I had to nod at that.

“Who was she?”

The inscription was on her watch.

“Martha Stewart,” I almost laughed, “Eighty year old Asian Martha Stewart.”

Sophie walked closer, “Should I know who that is? I heard my mum say that name before.”

I couldn’t help but shake my head.

I rifled through her pockets, then reached above her into the overhead grabbing out the bags there. Two bags, one was clearly hers the other a heavy looking sack.

“This ones also hers it seems, and great, looks like the lady was a pill mule.”

“What’s that?”

Again I felt stupid saying things to a ten year old I really should not have.

“It means she was taking drugs though customs illegally.” I grabbed the bag and set it down, checking the contents. “Some heavy stuff, well if we get hurt no ones gonna be in pain.”

“How do you know this stuff?”

“I was a field medic in the military,” I explained.

“A Medic?”

“Yeah, I was in school to be a doctor, but the military was paying for my schooling so I got scooped up into Afghanistan,” I looked at her, she looked so serious.

I checked the bottom of the bag and found a loaded gun wrapped up with a few extra clips.

“Granny was packing,” Sophie laughed.

“Yeah, but how’d she get this on the pl~” The rolls of cash in her other bag answered my question.

I rolled her body back and checked her over, it looked like she had broken her neck. The guy beside her hadn’t been as lucky.

“Can you do me a favor sweety?”

She nodded.

“Can you go find Reg, I need help clearing these bodies out.”

She clutched her stuffed rabbit and nodded disappearing back down the stairs to the economy floor of the plane.

“That was odd, sweet, but odd,” Dahlia piped up.

I had known she was watching, she was always keeping her eye on me.

“So, how many does that make now?”

“Eight, a lot of guns in first class.”

“Americans,” she snickered.

For a woman who looked like the queen of the Amazon’s she had a voice like an angel.

“Don’t lump us all together. I didn’t bring one on board.”

“Yeah, well, I think it’s weird.”

I nodded, “Find anything up there?”

“Up where?”

“The cockpit? That’s where you were right?”

She didn’t say anything for a second, then looked around.

“What?”

“They were dead.”

I looked around at the other bodies.

“Duh.”

“No dude,” she got closer, “They were killed first. Someone slit the one guy’s throat, then stabbed the other in the chest like, six times.

Six? It was only been twice.