The Zetta Sonic
White Foam

Jayden felt his life getting more unpredictable and his nose itchy. A while ago, she was walking in university with Alex to enjoy the exhibition. Then he moved from one plane to another and became a prisoner named Roban. Now, his plane was shaking violently by the explosion in the air.

Marcel. He ran to the window to look outside. Armed officers nearby looked out. There was a fighter plane that was shot.

“How did they fail to shoot him?” Marcel swore again. “We win amount.”

Jayden snorted amusedly in his chair. “Come on, don't tell me you forgot about ICPA technology. We are always the best. I mean, we. We are always the best. You don't wonder how they found us?”

Marcel walked quickly, back to Jayden. He pulled the collar of his interlocutor and snapped. “Do not be arrogant! You are still our prisoner! Your friends dare to shoot that close because they don't care about you.”

Jayden doesn't like to play logic with Marcel. “Then, why are they here?”

“Itu—” Marcel could not answer.

“Try contacting them. If you give up well, I think I can persuade Nadira to reduce your sentence.”

“Do not joke!”

“See your surroundings. You're cornered.”

The next shot happened again in the air. Another plane was shot. ICPA aircraft are advancing. Before reaching them, there were three other fighter planes coming from the opposite direction coming to head off. The shooting happened again. ICPA aircraft were forced to retreat.

Marcel laughed, replying to Jayden. “True. Look around you, Jayden. No one will help—”

Marcel had not even spoken when another explosion occurred. This time, it hit the plane they were on. The shock made the plane tilt. One of the guards hit the other guard. While Marcel had released his grip on Jayden, he was busy looking for a grip so as not to fall. Jayden felt his stomach shake. In such circumstances, he found his chance.

Without a second thought, Jayden ran. He ignored all Marcel's screams. Jayden had arrived next to the emergency exit when there was gunfire. Marcel tried to shoot himself. Jayden. His hands reached into the compartment under the passenger bench. He knows what he's looking for there.

Most commercial or freight aircraft are not equipped with parachutes. However, for cargo planes used to transport a hostage with the possibility of fighting, the presence of parachutes is crucial. The existence of the compartment from the beginning had made Jayden aware. He knows what it is and when to use it.

“Back here!” Marcel shouting.

Meanwhile, the two guards had got their balance back. Both of them walked quickly on top of the tilted plane. Jayden doesn't have a gun. When the two guards thought they could get Jayden, they received a welcome from the fire extinguisher. White foam filled the bodies of both. Utilizing the panic of his two opponents, Jayden attacked.

He had never practiced with his hands tied before. This is something new to him. He needs improvisation. Fortunately, that was the thing that Tiger often emphasized when training him. Use the weakness of the opponent. Make your own chance.

The first man reached out his hand, trying to reach him in blindness. Jayden took his gun. He smashed the weapon at the previous owner. The opponent shouted with his hands trying to reach him. The second person was caught in confusion. His body was covered in white foam, as was his head. Even though he managed to wipe most of it on the face, his eyes felt sore. Vision's blurred. Abstract shadows move erratically. The shape is not because mixed with pale color.

“Shoot him! I'm holding it!” Jayden yelled, pretending to be a second-person partner. Somehow Jayden knew it would work.

The second man opened fire. His attacks were successful regarding his own comrades. A shot right in the chest. No more screams could be heard, only blood gushing, soaking and staining the white foam. Realizing that something was wrong, the second person tried to clean his face and rub his eyes. Decision's late. Jayden shot his thigh. The second man shouted. Both of his opponents fell on the floor of the plane.

The plane shook once more. The two guards were dragged into a row of chairs. Jayden glanced out the window to see the cause. This time, black smoke billowed from the side of the ICPA plane. It's not clear how severe the damage is, but it doesn't seem to be enough to make it fall. The plane was still able to swoop down to avoid a rear attack.

Jayden forgot Marcel until the man opened fire. The shot should have hit him if the plane wasn't tilting. Marcel had to be satisfied because his shot only grazed the shoulder.

Jayden hurriedly looked down. He endured his pain while trying to comfort himself. This is not the first time he has been shot. This shot is nothing. Jayden crawled back into the compartment. The gunshot was still ringing near his ear. His hand grabbed the fire extinguisher he was wearing. His mind has an idea. He can throw it, make Marcel shoot him, make a mess on the opponent. Unfortunately, the pain in the shoulder prevents it. Finally, he removed the tube.

The plane stabilized again. From the movement of the clouds out there, Jayden realized that they were increasing the speed. No cargo plane pilot wants to engage in combat with a fighter aircraft.

Jayden has returned in front of the compartment. He found what he was looking for. Just then, Marcel had gotten what he wanted.

Marcel pointed the muzzle of his gun behind Jayden's head. “Stop! Don't make me shoot you in the head.”

“Really?” Jayden doubtful. “I thought Roban would kill you after killing me.”

“Silent, stupid!” Marcel is impatient. He hit his gun on Jayden's head. Then, he hurriedly pointed his weapon at that head. “Don't mess around again! Turn to me.”

“Marcel, that's a very stupid order.” Jayden gripped the thing in his hand at this moment. His body blocks Marcel from seeing him. If his opponent knew, he would not rule like that.