Once in the air I turned, to make it look like I was merely flying over them.

That’s when I made the plane dive. Right towards Willton.This small farmers plane was perfect for killing a man. Just perfect.

I tried to unbuckle my seat belt, but it was jammed. I cried aloud. I used all my force to cut the seat belt, but I couldn’t do it.
Before I knew it, I had crashed, and I was in severe pain. I used all my force and finally broke the seat belt. I got lose, and looked around. The lot was empty. The 3 executioners and John Willton, were dead. I had done it. I saw my friends, huddled in a corner, and ran to them. They looked up and hugged me.

“We have to get out of here” I said.

We got into a nearby truck, and headed home. During the ride we were quiet. Just thinking about what we had witnessed. And what I have done.

“Nice job mate, you took down a insane man, and possibly an entire government.” My general said.

My plan worked.

But this war is only just starting.