Atlantic Flight to Nowhere (Mission for Americo)

OOC: I apologize for the absurd wait. Given the circumstances, we've agreed on skipping to the moment of impact.
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During the intensified standoff between the passengers within, the massive amounts of forward momentum carrying the aircraft forward made it's first moment of abrasive impact against the oceanic surface below. The bottom of the airplane slammed hard into the rough waves, torquing the entirety of the planes tubular body from the resistance it's mass encountered, the sounds of which being the only thing to obscure the cacophony of screams and shrieks of terror from the passengers.

A shower of glass erupted inwards on impact, spraying the helpless inhabitants secured within their seats with the potentially lethal hail that actually claimed the lives of the two pilots, and countless fissures and ruptures occurred throughout the hull as the entire vehicle tore itself apart. The left wing immediately disintegrated into shrapnel and debris, showcasing a violent display of the momentum's strength, additionally tearing away an entire portion of the inner wall that sucked many people in their seats into the chaos to their gruesome deaths.

Among them, the remnant corpses of the Yakuza who had been slain and those whom had survived, untethered to interior seats to protect them from the ravenous vacuum that would devour them unto death, leaving only the Oyabun, his family, and Jin among them and the previous few survivors whom were saved only by the strength of their seat belts. The Yakuza family, having been saved from death by being seated in the middle row and strapped into the belts, had kept their heads down the entire time, and the posture allowed them to brace against the impact far better than most.

Jin, on the other hand, was hardly moved by the jarring forces that twisted the plane like a piece of clay in the grasp of skilled hands. Remaining standing in his position, only using a single hand to grab hold unto a seat to for anchorage and bracing, the Samurai had never let the attention of the crash draw away his focus from the elevator, and kept the blade in his possession at the ready with the free hand. The instant he would feel even the briefest moment of equilibrium that he felt was satisfactory enough to fulfill the goal he had set within his mind, he would take action.

Attempting to prey upon the potential loss of balance, accuracy, and overall attention of the assassin within the elevator, Jin would capitalize on that very moment of stability - which would, by normal individuals, still register as almost impossible to move without being subject to the influences of the impact - and release the seat he had used for an anchor. Doing so, he would push forward in a blurred smudge of movement that would dart around the corner and into the confines of the elevator, the keenest perception possible to mere mortals and sword tip leading the way, he would strike to impale any living target that had caught his eye through the center mass to destroy the heart.

The glass that sprayed within did not seem to fillet the elevator as it seemed to have been condensed within a cube of its own spatial make within a cubical shape where upon the fact it was a pocket amidst all the tubular space had helped, keeping it isolated from the rest of the airplane's turbulent effects. Americo bit down on his lips before the plane crashed atop water, causing his teeth to break skin, creating an ooze of black to flow out of his newly created wound as he would with his free hand, punch into the elevator's hull as he switched the position of his pistol to be left, with his right hand having bored a hole in metal, to which he holds unto, big enough to fit his hand, and just as easily big enough to pull it out willy nilly all no problem. The blood flowed into his mouth, and yet when one would expect caustic effect, none of that occurred as it laid dormant and inert within the bowels of Americo's oral cavern.

He managed to, with his superior sphincter motor control, balance himself in spite of the insane torquing of the plane, having earlier withheld himself from any crazed seizure-like fits that comes with being thrown back and forth in an airplane rocking as hard as one would be raped by a weregorilla, but Americo stood persistent in spite of the odds and easily if not more so balanced himself from the incredulous swaying of adverse and rapacious motions that would throw anyone around and away, his hand inside the hole having withheld himself from any imbalance as he kept his attention to the door, finding it a serene lullaby of cacophonies yodelling past the doorway in a sound that graced his ears within superfluous inane screams for some kind of salvation from an airplane that just crashlanded on top of a water surface in high speed, shaking Americo but not to a strenuous amount as to discombobulate him from further actions, rather act as a counter agent for the briefest of moment but to an extent that doesn't register with the already superhuman man. Perhaps a result of some circumstance that had absolutely nothing to do with Americo as he stood there whilst he waited for the slightest of balance to act upon in making sure the kill is secure. Letting go of the hole once equilibrium is maintained, he resolved to mete out hostility against the pseudo-Samurai, whom though not unexpected, but mere amusement, lashed against Americo as he tracked his movements.

The blade itself bared for his heart, it was narrow, thin, pointy, and yet it aimed for the vastness that were his center mass, thus he decided to oblige avoidance from such a fate, rotating sideways and stepping back at the same time unto a rightward strafe, with Jin now facing his right flank, with his head still facing the man whom now was up close to him, the sword having went past his chest without tethering sharpness against his chest towards his heart and instead tasted air, found the hand that held it contested by another that suddenly sprang and used proximity, and strength with his free hand as to clutch unto Jin's wrist with tightness bounding behind, angling as to pull the sword out of the lad's hand by crushing the wrist joint with his strength. As if that wasn't enough, Americo did the unexpected and spat a gob of black out of his mouth unto Jin's eyes, with a headbutt deigned towards the Japanese's skull simultaneously, all in the span of a moment. Distance was a friend to both, but it was closeness that gave Americo salvation as the sword was the ultimate prize he had wanted all along.

The chaos that followed suit within the elevator would be irrelevant to the inevitability that would befall all those that lay outside it, as perhaps Americo didn't even care to consider much about the sentiment of the daughter, nor the mother, in whatever would happen to the Oyabun. It was chaotic, quick, and all witnesses downstairs were killed by Americo's hand, or by the plane's crash as the water line threatened to swallow the vessel of hard metal into the yawning chasm...

The instance of moment had suddenly stricken Jin's vision, the black liquids that the man produced stealing it away from the samurai in an amalgam of blackness and seething rage convinced by the outright pain of the acidic content eating away the flesh. Then, following the loss of previous sight, the cracking of bone threw the giant of a man's head backwards from force of the Assassin's headbutt, shattering the Yakuza's skull with ease.

However, while the bodyguard had been silenced and the threat brought to cessation, the plane itself slammed against an unexpectedly high wave, jolting the entire planes interior with enough force to emphasize on the damage that had already been done. Tearing further into the plane, the fissures ripped across the center as the entire body was torn asunder, spraying the surrounding ocean with a hail of debris and gore, among it being the Oyabun and family. The destruction would race towards the mid center of the plane, towards the elevator shaft, bearing down on it to bring the same fate as the rest of the passengers to any who resided within.

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OOC: If can Americo come up with a good enough reason to escape and survive the incoming destruction, consider the missions a success as the targets have been rendered silent.

The plane's interior was already breaking apart, and as Jin was thrown out from the taller man's own head butt, Americo retained the newly won katana at hand after yanking it out by grip and waited for a while as a jolt came to grasp the airplane, to which caused Americo's back to hit against the walling behind him, whilst simultaneously he spun the katana to face his forward instead. Some walling that were already burst open spread even further so the right quite loudly. Stepping outside the elevator after the brief lapse of non-chaos erupting outside for that minuscule moment, it soon became apparent that this would not last as the airplane jolted madly, and whatever waver occurred would scramble any person in the airplane save Americo, whose body wavered in motion and retained its sense of balance instinctively almost. He also saw spiderwebs of cracks forming along the airplane and erupting into debris outwards and inwards at the same time at a hasty rate, that non-action in the next few seconds would be fatal to the average human being. They weren't reaching him yet, but they were coming dangerously closer with each passing moment of dumb staring.

Americo saw to his left an opening that would've sucked out whomever was camping there, wide and huge for him to easily go out through, and that a huge portion of the plane was already missing, including the wing on that side as the airplane skated along the water surface. It became clear, his choice was to risk injury from stray shards, or to suffer a greater calamity in the metal coffin, to which he would sprint towards the opening he viewed prior and leaped outside, giving himself a wide berth from the airplane moving forward whilst he sideways and all else, distancing himself thanks to the power of his legs that sent him propelling across the air for several feet, he'd land into the water and sunk within, disappearing out of sight as whatever would happen in the airplane, would be a story for another time. It's not like there would be survivors from the Yakuza Oyabun's family who would swear revenge on him. That'd be silly.

The destruction behind once behind Americo from the fissures would be in smaller quantities, raining down into the water at non-bullet speeds, but the worst of it has passed, as Spain was only a while away. The shore was clear in way, and the survivors, none worth mention.

[EXIT w/ Sword]