Alex
Kingdom of Greece
- Apr 16, 2019
- 4,922
Prime Minister Plane A340
Private Knowledge
With the Insurgency in the South of Thailand being as violent as ever, the Prime Minister of Thailand, Viroj Pao-in, intended to host a small meeting on his A340 plane as he flew to visit the Fourth Army currently deployed to fight against the insurgency. His plane would leave from Suvarnabhumi Airport and would land in Surat Thani International Airport where he would have a convoy waiting to escort him to the headquarters of the Fourth Army in Nakhon Si Thammarat.
On the plane would be Viroj Pao-in himself, two pilots, two waitresses, a cook, twelve military bodyguards, and Mr. Kob Parnpradub who was acting in Minister Prawit Wongsuwan’s behest as he was currently in Argentina, and finally: Lieutenant-General Thanayut Wisetkaew.
By the time the Prime Minister’s private and secret meeting would be taking place within the meeting room of the A340, the plane would be over the Bay of Bangkok. Their food and drinks would have been delivered.
The Prime Minister would begin speaking as the three men would be sitting at the table, a guard standing at each side of the door on the outside. “Any idea which groups have been confirmed to be supporting this insurgency?”
“According to intelligence along with word of mouth,” would answer Mr. Kob Parnpradub, “pro-Islamist groups are the bulk of this insurgency while the rest are Malaysian nationalists and minor separatists. Groups such as the Barisan Revolusi Nasional, Runda Kumpulan Kecil, and the Patani United Liberation Organisation have all begun a ‘jihad’ against Thailand and Buddhism.”
“Correct,” would state the Lieutenant-General, “the people of the Southern Provinces are currently living in fear of these constant bombings, rapes, and murders. I’d recommend blockading these provinces from the rest, imposing martial law and rooting them out by force. We’re not doing any good by simply positioning patrols across the provinces. They’ll show no mercy, we must be assertive.”
“So we have Islamist militarists who are bombing, murdering, and raping the people of the Southern Provinces… I would agree with you Lieutenant-General Wisetkaew, we must be more assertive in retaking these Southern Provinces and quelling this insurgency. But being more assertive may not always be the best option. Desperate people make desperate decisions and these insurgents are yet to be desperate. Furthermore, if we become more assertive, we may convict innocent without knowing. It’s risky.”
“Risky it is. But is it as risky as--”
The Lieutenant-General would be cut off as a loud crackle echoed through the halls of the plane, making each of the meeting’s attendants jump in fear. The sound was followed by various other crackles.
“Were those… gunshots?”
The Lieutenant-General would stand from his seat and slowly approach the closed door, where two soldiers were to be waiting in guard. He opened it and immediately grunted an order. “Soldier, what in the heavens was--”
Instead of two soldiers, there were only one, and he quickly pushed his way into the room. The soldier then quickly brought up his P22 pistol to the Lieutenant-General’s face and pulled the trigger, the action making the Prime Minister’s ears ring. The Lieutenant-General fell, dead, onto his back with a thud. The small caliber bullet had entered the middle-aged man’s left eye, bursting it open, leaving nothing of it inside the wound but a liquid like red, veiny egg yolk. The soldier with the P22 pistol would then unload four shots into Mr. Kob Parnpradub’s chest, making him fall from his chair and unto the carpeted floor below him which had now been stayed red. Parnpradub’s screams of anguish were all that Viroj could hear once the ringing had stopped.
This would also be the time when a second soldier would enter the meeting room, closing the door behind him. The one with the P22 pistol would slowly walk to where Parnpradub had fallen. “It would seem… Mr. Prime Minister, that we--” Parnpradub’s anguished sounds would continue as he did his best to grip onto his diminishing life. “Shut up!” The soldier would tell him, then turning back to the Prime Minister. “As we speak, your plane is being--” Parnpradub’s sounds would overpower the soldier’s voice and his demeanor would return to that of a rabid dog. “You couldn’t just shut up and die quietly, huh?!” He would ask without waiting for a response as he began to stomp on Parnpradub’s face, over and over and over and over again.
Viroj would try to stand and demand him to stop but the second soldier would prevent him from doing so as the stomping continued, turning from a thump to a crunch and finally a sound that could only be described as brain matter being squished.
Out of breath and wiping his shoe on the carpet, the soldier would return his attention to the Prime Minister of Thailand. “Like I was trying to say. Your plane is currently being hijacked and soon, we will return to Bangkok.” He would take Parnpradub’s seat. “I believe you know what will happen once we’ve returned to the capital of your nation.”
“My nation?” Viroj asked. “You are Thai--”
“We are not Thai!” He would yell. “We are fighters - fighters for the liberation of our homeland: Patani. We will liberate this land from your imperialist, infidel nation and restore glory to Allah in this region. We are Patanian. As long as you prevent our nation from regaining its sovereignty, we will continue to fight, harder and in greater numbers than before. As this hijacking will prove to you and all of Thai and the world once we return to Bangkok and crash in glorious fire into the Baiyoke Tower.”
“You’re… crashing into the hotel?! You’ll be killing thousands of innocent! You already have the plane, just take me and use me as a bargaining chip - there’s no reason to kill innocent people for your ‘liberation’ of Patani!”
“On the contrary. No one takes screaming kidnappers seriously. Those who have taken thousands of lives, however… including the leader of its nation… well, our cause will echo not only through Thailand but all of the world. And our cause will emerge in all nations with chosen warriors. Patani will be free and any nation of Allah that has suffered at the hands of Imperialism and false gods will be liberated and avenged!”
“No proper god would demand the death of thousands for his ‘praise’--”
“Watch your tongue, infidel!” Would command the soldier standing by the door as his fist made contact with the Prime Minister’s nose. “Remember that it doesn’t matter when you die, as long as you die.”
“Indeed. We’re simply being gracious hosts here, you should pray to your fat-man god before it’s too late, Prime Minister.”
With that recommendation came an enormous amount of turbulence which sent the soldier standing by the door onto the floor and the one sitting to stumble out of his chair. The Prime Minister took this chance to save himself, grabbing the small pistol that had been hiding under his desk and emptied his clip towards the men as he rushed out of the meeting room. Viroj, far too old for this shit, would be in a panic outside of the meeting room, realizing his situation along with the thought that he had emptied his only clip into two of the terrorists when there was at least one more. With that thought, a grunt could be heard from the meeting room as an injured hijacker would stumble out of the room, knife in hand.
“Mati kafir!” He would yell at the Prime Minister before slashing at him. The hijacker would force the three-inch knife into the Prime Minister's throat, severing his jugular vein as blood quickly gushed from the wound. The Prime Minister fell to the floor, drowning in his own blood.
When the Prime Minister was dead - the hijacker would walk to the cockpit and wait for his colleague to open the door for him, closing it behind him. He would take his seat. "The Prime Minister is dead."
The pilot would smile. "Good. One step closer to our goal." The plane would tilt forward. The speed of the aircraft would accelerate as farmland could be seen far below. "There they are, below are the enemy. They'll know their place once they no longer feel safe - once their landmark is burning to the ground."
"Agreed. Selamat should be delivering our demands and motives to every media outlet in Bangkok. They will know our name, our cause."
"Do you see it? On the horizon?"
"Yes. Our purpose is here!"
The plane would aim downwards, its speed accelerating far more than it had been, the nose of the plane aimed to the middle of the Baiyoke Tower II.
"Puji Tuhan!"
"Puji Tuhan!"
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Public Knowledge
At 7:45 PM, Bangkok time, an unidentified object would have been spotted low over the air space of Bangkok. To the citizens of the city, this object would go either unnoticed or would quickly lose their attention. This would be until an enormous explosion would echo through the city as the Baiyoke Tower II erupted into flames, black smoke filling the sky and screams following suit. The media, along with thousands upon thousands of people would have their cameras out and would be filming the event as broken pieces of the unknown aircraft, now identified as a passenger plane would fall from the tower down below unto the Indra Square shopping mall along with other high-end hotels.
From the Royal Thai News Network, a reporter would speak over the Breaking News headlines along with the screams coming from around them.
"Breaking news! A passenger plane has reportedly hit the Baiyoke Tower II in Ratchathewi, Bangkok! Fire and black smoke are erupting from the tower as hundreds are trapped within the building itself and pieces of this plane have fallen apart and crashed below onto hotels and the Indra Square! Thousands have been injured and trapped or even killed by the falling debris! The Bangkok fire department, medical emergency along with the police have arrived and are currently evacuating the local area."
The RTNN cameramen along with its helicopters would begin filming the full damage of the building along with the damages that followed with the falling debris.
"The Thai police are asking us to evacuate! We'll re-locate and return to you with whatever's going on as quickly as possible!"
With that, the RTNN footage would be that of the burning tower and burning buildings below along with the voice over of those within the office and their speculations of what is happening.
