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Title: Fly High
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Infinite
Summary: Sometimes, bad guys are the only good guys.

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When they finally broke into the cockpit, they found both pilots drugged unconcious. It was the work of a moment for Howon to unstrap them and pull their bodies out, but that didn’t solve the problem of who was now going to fly the plane. Howon had jumped out of plenty of airplanes, but he’d never had to play pilot.

Sungyeol surprised them all by sliding smoothly into the captain’s seat.

“L, are you there? I need this plane back online.”

“Working on it,” L said tersely over comms, followed by the sound of furious typing. He and Woohyun were still in Osaka, but distance meant nothing to L as long as he had a console in front of him.

Sungyeol was steadily flipping the switches on the dash. Howon eyed him skeptically. He hadn’t been working with Sungyeol long, and the grifter had always come across as somewhat lackadaisical, someone who got by with a lot of talking and gesturing.

“Are you sure you can land this thing?”

The intensity of the glare Sungyeol shot him could have burned a hole through sheet metal. “I didn’t steal Prince Alsaud’s private jet by not learning how to fly it.”

“Okay, the system’s under my control,” L cut in. “The nearest place to land is Songshan Airport, I’ve opened a channel so you can radio the tower.”

“Good.” Sungyeol pulled the headset on, then paused. “L, pull up a flight sim for a Boeing 717, just in case. It’s probably not that much different from a Gulfstream, but it’s been awhile.”

“Pulling it up now.”

“Thanks.” Sungyeol raised a challenging brow at Howon. “Either take the co-pilot’s chair or get out of here, I have a plane to land.”

Howon knew when to leave well enough alone and dipped his head deferentially. He backed out of the cockpit to check in with Sungjong in the galley, then returned to his seat. The young girls seated on either side of him were thankfully still asleep. Howon quickly checked their seatbelts and covered them with blankets.

“And that’s why I sent Sungyeol instead of Woohyun,” Sunggyu said smugly in his ear.

“Sungyeol-hyung doesn’t speak Chinese very well,” Sungjong pointed out, which was why he was making the overhead announcements about the flight being diverted. The passengers, not knowing how close they’d come to plummeting to the earth, complained, but Sungjong left that to the other flight attendants to handle.

“International flight language is English,” Woohyun grumbled. He sounded somewhat put out, and Howon could just picture the disappointed pout he must be wearing. “But whatever. You guys wouldn’t even be on that plane if I hadn’t gotten to Shimizu first.”

“Woohyun,” Sunggyu said crisply from wherever he was. “That’s enough. Hoya, you and Sungjong move the assets to safety as soon as the plane touches down. Sungyeol, make your exit as soon as it’s convenient. Dongwoo: I’m on my way to Shimizu now, meet me at his office.”

Howon cracked a knuckle thoughtfully. Personally, he didn’t think there would be anyone after them once the plane landed. He’d already taken care of the two thugs on board (and Sungjong had helped stuff them into the cargo hold). But one could never be too careful.

“God help anyone you lay your hands on,” Sungjong said dryly, strapping into his flight attendant’s seat.

“They’re little girls,” Howon said, biting off each word sharply. “He tried to murder a plane full of people to get rid of some little girls.”

“I know,” Sunggyu replied, his voice dark with an iron-hard viciousness the others rarely heard. “And he’s about to be very, very sorry.”