Hell in the Pacific

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Hell in the Pacific

Setting:

This is the war torn and lawless southern Philippine island of Mindanao. Here you will find an unhappy choice of at least two vicious Islamic separatist groups as well as the Communist New Peoples Army (NPA), not to mention an unhealthy dose of criminal banditry.

The Players:

The National Bureau of Investigation. Although modelled on the FBI, the NBI is anything but the American version .

The Moro Liberation Front (MLF):
A vicious ‘kidnap for hire’ Islamic terror group, that no longer seems to have a political agenda and makes most of its cash through kidnappings and racketeering. The organisation remains several thousand strong with a good few hundred women members. They are usually found in the remote areas of the island.


Philippine Airlines (PAL)
This is the national flag carrier and only non-budget airline in the Philippines. All their planes are modern and well maintained, yet security is an issue as many of their destinations are in parts of the Philippines currently suffering from armed conflict. The flight attendants are nearly always tall, fair skinned and yes, very beautiful. The uniform can be quite hard too describe (ES, please could you post some web finds, as I’ve no idea how to!). Basically, light sandy grey jacket and skirt, together with a red, white and blue scarf that fastens around the front. Most of the time, the flight attendants will add airline approved pins and symbols to the scarf in order to personalise it. Next, you will notice a silky, white patterned short-sleeved blouse that compliments the rest of the uniform very well. The shoes are black with high, tight heels for the airport and much older ‘flats’ for on board the plane. The tights are supposedly flesh coloured but because of the Filipino appreciation of light coloured skin, the actual colour is a misty, slightly whiter than the normal skin colour tone. The flight attendants are strict in their uniform code and always kind, cheerful and helpful to passengers.

Chapter One

Location: PAL crew debriefing room, Domestic Terminal, Manila Airport. Time: 11pm on a busy Tuesday night.

Senior flight attendant, Abi Sanchez was sitting down completing her in-flight log reports for the PAL hierarchy. She was not alone as all four members of her flight crew sat beside her waiting eagerly to be excused for the evening. As they did each woman remained transfixed to the TV screen. It was the GMA special report from Mindanao, where, according to the excited broadcasters the MLF had been handed one of its most savage defeats by the Filipino military just outside Zamboanga
City. According to reports there were casualties on both sides with a high number of MLF members, both male and female being taken prisoner by the authorities. The girls were all shocked as they hated to see such suffering, especially in their own country. But now was the end of a busy day and the crew, for once, had happier things to worry about. Tonight was a special occasion for the stewardesses, for one of their own, Miss Marina Martinez had announced on board their last flight together that she was to be married later that year. So, girls being girls, Abi and her colleagues decided that after work they would be taking the short mini-cab ride to Shakey’s late night pizza restaurant in nearby Pasig city for a short celebration meal. So, Abi carried on completing the mundane paperwork as quickly as she could, sensitive to the wishes of her crew. Just then, before Abi had finished, the tired women looked up upon hearing a playful tapping sound on the crew room door.

It was operations manager, Donna Marcos:

‘Hi Abi and the rest of you sexy, beautiful ladies’ as she smiled playfully.
‘Listen, I gotta surprise for all of you! Two words to make you little hearts melt tonight…double bubble, and if you agree to overtime now, we’ll quadruple your allowances AND give you a day off in lieu. So, what do you all think my honey pies?’

Abi and the other stewardesses all looked expectantly in the direction of Marina, the girl whose party it was supposed to be.

‘Hey, I don’t mind ladies. Some other time for our pizza, anyway, that’s a lot of shopping money’ Marina innocently joked.

The others laughed and nodded for Abi to accept the request for their short notice, but highly lucrative domestic flight out of Manila. Marcos then slapped the flight manifest into Abi’s lap as the young stewardess began to roll her eyes out of tiredness.

‘What!’ Cried Abi out loud. She couldn’t believe her cursed luck. No wonder Marcos, had ran down the corridor as fast as she could. There it was in writing:

Embark for flight to Zamboanga City
Collect Federal Agents and municipal prisoners from there

Embark for flight to General Santos Airport
Disembark four municipal prisoners

Return to Manila
Disembark with remaining federal agents and prisoners

Still in shock, Abi calculated that this would mean adding an extra eight hours to her already ten hour long rota. No wonder they were offering such as a good deal, sighed the twenty-seven year old flight attendant. Well, what was done was done, yet first she would need to make a phone call to her mum, to tell her not to stay up that night. Abi had always remained close to her mother. Her Dad had died young and this left Abi and her mum to provide as best as they could for her five younger sisters. Now, as age began to affect the old lady’s health and as Abi’s sisters’ children all required help with schooling fees, young Abi found herself making financial and personal sacrifices more and more. Yet, Abi was above all else, a good, sweet-natured girl. A devout Catholic and Sunday school volunteer teacher for a local orphanage, she took great comfort in the Lord and saw her many chores as simply doing the Lord’s will.

Abi was also different to many beautiful, single women of her age. She had had only two serious boyfriends in her life, one at high school, where she was made a woman and then there was one more boy who simply broke her fragile heart. It was quite a story, they began dating while Abi was a junior flight attendant, all went well and like most loving couples they became engaged to be married. But one sad day, when Abi accidentally opened a wrong file on his computer, she had the shock of her innocent, young life. Apparently, the love of her life was a uniform fetish freak, who it would appear was only in love with Abi for her uniform. Abi was distraught and went to challenge her lover at his workplace, but when she did she caught a glimpse of him, kissing and holding hands with yet another airline girl, this time in the uniform of a Cebu Pacific flight attendant. Poor Abi never recovered from her experience and feeling of being used, so for the past five years hadn’t wished to date any man. Not that she was a man-hater, it was just that she couldn’t bear to feel her tender heart broken again. So, Abi took more and more comfort in her religion and this was what made her the kind, thoughtful and sweet young woman that she was today.

Having made her apologetic phone call, the slightly tearful Abi returned to the crew room to gather her things for the long night ahead. As she did, she took note of her colleagues: the bubbly and big breasted Jenny Lopez. At twenty-four, perhaps the prettiest girl in her team and twice winner of the Miss PAL award for elegance and beauty. Second came Abi’s best friend, Teresa Lopez, like Abi, she was twenty-seven and they were also airline intake batch-mates. Also a natural beauty she and Abi often attended bible classes together. Yet, young Teresa also had other things occupying her mind, not least saving up for her elderly parents so that she could provide them with a beautiful new condo residence nearer to Teresa’s place of work in Manila. Finally, of course, there was the ‘wedding girl’ herself. Marina was a cute, likeable thing and an incredibly sporty twenty-five years old. She wasn’t as religious as the other girls but like many flight attendants she liked to spend most of her spare time working for local charities, in particular, Save the Children, of which, she volunteered her very limited free time at least twice a week.

All in all, Abi had every reason to be proud of her happy little team. With the good Lord on their side, there was nothing her devoted, hardworking flight attendants couldn’t do. After all, the passengers hadn’t voted them as cabin crew of the year for nothing.




Chapter 2

11:30 pm, interior of a PAL 737 at Manila Airport.

Abi and her cabin crew excitedly entered the plane for their latest flight on this marathon day. First things first, all four girls removed their uncomfortable uniform jackets and hung them up neatly in the crew locker situated in the forward galley. Then, as sure as night follows day, each girl removed her smart shiny black court shoes and replaced them with their older, less glamorous in-flight ‘flats’. Abi loved her flat shoes and as a matter of fact, she had used the same pair since she began flying more than seven years’ ago. There was something so personal about them. After changing, the hard-working flight attendants now busied themselves with more important tasks such as double-checking the manifest and counting the number of meals on board. After a few minutes, Abi signalled that all was well as the ladies strapped themselves in for take off.

The climb to altitude took less than five minutes before the green cabin crew lights were switched on again and the young women unfastened their seatbelts. Now, Abi decided to visit the flight deck, as was custom. Knocking on the door with a cup of tea ready for the captain she had the fright of her life. There, sitting before her was the one man all flight attendants hated the most: Captain Ricardo ‘Boy’ Rizal. The fifty-six year old, barrel bellied man was unpopular for a good reason. He was a well-known airline pervert whose actions had led to several complaints of sexual harassment as well as the odd speculation of criminal activity. He was a truly unpleasant man, as his gold-toothed grin seemed to suggest. But this time, Rizal chose not to speak. He was desperate for overtime payments as his latest court case for sexual harassment of an airline employee was due to start any day soon. So, perhaps, Abi thought, he would behave himself for this flight. Stepping back, partly out of disgust but also out of relief, Abi returned to the empty passenger section of the plane. As she moved to her seat at the back, she passed two of her flight attendants who had now kicked off their shoes and were resting their heads on in-flight pillows. Although, Teresa was all also asleep, Abi, decided to stay awake and read the latest celebrity gossip in the Philippine edition of Vanity Fair. But she also relaxed herself, deciding to ease off her shoes and massage her hot and aching toes while she still had the chance.

Just over two hours later this specially chartered PAL flight landed at its first destination of Zamboanga City. Abi and her crew soon readied themselves for their soon to be cargo of NBI agents and their prisoners. They quickly put their smart airline jackets back on, switched from their flat shoes and yes, applied a little more make up. Who could blame them for wanting to look their best, even at that unearthly hour, after all, they were professionals. Now with the cabin filled with the sound of the air conditioning system and Enya’s Caribbean Blue playing softly in the background, the flight crew waited to cheerfully greet the agents. Sure enough, four male and two female NBI officials boarded the plane, escorting precisely twelve MLF prisoners, who much to the surprise of the flight attendants were all women, dressed in dark brown prison smocks with matching dark leather flip flops. The fascinated stewardesses watched as the agents divided the prisoners into two groups, one near the front and the other near the back of the plane. But then Abi noticed only one female agent sat down with each group. All was then explained as Senior Special Agent Johnny Ramirez walked over to address the puzzled flight attendants.


‘Sorry ladies, but the situation on the ground is rapidly deteriorating, so we can’t all make the trip. Actually. I’m going to have to disembark with all my male agents to reinforce our operations on the ground here. But don’t worry, all prisoners are cuffed and watched over by two of our finest female agents. I would say that there is absolutely no chance of escape or harm coming to either you or your aircraft’.

With that, Ramirez and his agents left the plane with little more than a nod to the two female agents he had left behind. But Abi and the rest of the cabin crew now felt nervous, after all, they were flight attendants not law enforcement officers.

But some twenty minutes later, the plane was airborne and heading for General Santos Airport. After a minute or so into the flight, convict Hilda Mariscal turned to Special Agent Anna Delores with an evil look in her eyes.

‘Please Mam, I’m having my period pains already. I need to change in the toilets’

Anna wasn’t impressed, especially as the prisoner had had all day to make this problem known, but with the Philippines currently under criticism at the UN for human rights violations, she was determined not to get into any trouble herself. So, she rose up and took Hilda by the arm to the toilet nearest the flight deck.

‘Please Mam, I need you to un-cuff me, so that I can change properly’. Anna was tired and could no longer bear any argument, so Hilda was duly un-cuffed outside the toilet door. Anne, without giving much attention to the rising tension of the situation, then made what was probably going to be the worst mistake of her ten-year career as a special agent. She simply lost all concentration as she began to put the cuff keys back into her shirt breast pocket. Hilda didn’t need an invitation. She quickly grabbed the day dreaming agent with both hands and threw her into the cramped toilet cubicle. Three crude smashes to the head later, special agent Anne Delores was unconscious and lying motionless on the toilet floor.

Hilda marked her moment. All flight attendants bar one were at the far end of the plane, and making tea no doubt, as she smiled to herself. The other one was seemingly in the toilet opposite, either she had an emergency of her own or more likely she was testing the toilet system and applying air fresher. It was all very tempting for Hilda to try and hijack this plane herself, you see, Hilda was no common thug, she was a pilot trained terrorist of the MLF and two other prisoners on board were her equally vicious team who had also completed pilot training in Afghanistan earlier that year. Nevertheless, she decided to keep a cool head. Given the smallish crew and the fact that the only other armed agent was at the back of the plane meant that not all prisoners would need to be released to facilitate the take over.


Bending down, she took the Browning 9mm side arm from agent Delores’ gun strap. Now, with the keys in her hand, she confidently crept down to where the remaining five, now unguarded prisoners were seated. One by one they un-cuffed themselves and waited to the make their next move. As they readied themselves, Hilda and one of her henchwomen moved back to the flight deck door. As they did, flight attendant Marina Martinez unwittingly walked out of the toilet cubicle, singing softly to herself as she did. Quickly, Hilda applied a forceful hand gag over the woman’s face before she could have time to scream. Marina’s struggling was useless; she was no match for these hardened bad girls. Now the women entered the flight deck in complete surprise. As they did, Hilda’s henchwoman grabbed the pilot by the neck and opened fire with one precisely aimed shot to the heart.

‘Whose in charge?’ Laughed Hilda.

‘We are!’ Replied her gloating henchwoman.

Hilda’s colleague now took the controls as Hilda tightened her grip on the captured young stewardesses’ arm in order to march her back towards the passenger announcement system.

Meanwhile, the five un-cuffed prisoners made their move. As stewardesses Abi Sanchez and Jenny Lopez served tea, the desperate prisoners jumped up from off their seats and began over-powering and subduing the two unsuspecting women. Two of the most thuggish prisoners forced tiny and slim Jenny Lopez down to her knees and then the floor, forcefully covering her mouth with a large cotton cloth that they had kept hidden in their pockets. Abi wasn’t doing any better either. She was fighting a losing battle with a prisoner that was much bigger than her. This despicable woman held her tightly in a sleeper hold, while at the same time gagging her with her free hand.

‘Ssh, don’t fight it beautiful, don’t fight it. We don’t what to hurt you or any of the other ladies’. Was all Abi could hear from her attacker.

Hearing a noise, the remaining free stewardess, Teresa Lopez, pulled back the curtain only to scream in horror at what she was seeing. With the alarm raised, Hilda’s colleague in the flight deck dropped the plane sharply, as she did, the remaining NBI agent found herself being attacked by all six of her still cuffed prisoners. Now, poor Teresa, out of her seat and hopelessly exposed, fell awkwardly against the side of the galley kitchen, gashing her head and twisting her ankle as she did. Now she lay unconscious as the last NBI agent was being disarmed. With all the stewardesses and NBI agents either incapacitated or held prisoner, the situation was hopeless for the flight crew.

Just then, a familiar, yet official sounding voice came from the passenger announcement system.

‘Ladies, welcome to Rebel Air!’

It was Hilda, holding a petrified stewardess in one hand and a gun in the other. PAL Flight 666 to Manila was now in the hands of the MLF and now the only prisoners on board were now four flight attendants and two subdued NBI agents.



Re: Hell in the Pacific (part 1,2,3)

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Chapter 3

For Hilda and her deputy Willa, taking over the plane had been the easy part. In fact, Hilda, never doubted the quality of her team for a second. Although most of her female thugs had started out as prostitutes and vicious girl gang members, they had, since becoming members of the MLF, been highly trained in just this sort of manoeuvre. Indeed, at the time of their capture, this was just what they had finished training to do.

Now, they had another problem. Flight 666 was due to land at General Santos Airport in less than an hour and would be met by a large, well-armed contingent of law enforcement officers. According to the flight manifest that Hilda had in front of her, four prisoners were due to be handed over. Difficult, but not impossible, Hilda thought to herself as she eyed the new group of prisoners sitting huddled together at the rear of the plane. Nevertheless, time was always the enemy of the terrorist as Hilda quickly summoned the two, still shell-shocked NBI agents to her.

Hilda began in a smug, condescending tone:

‘Well, special agents, your boss trusted you for just five minutes and look what happened …tut,tut … tut. Well, never mind, your day’s about to get worse before it gets better. Now start taking off your clothes!

Both NBI agents looked at one another as a source of strength. After a brief pause, the oldest one spoke up:

‘An NBI special agent never hands over her clothes in duress’

Hilda laughed: ‘don’t you mean undress, honey? NOW STRIP TO YOUR UNDERWEAR! Do it quickly or you’ll end up the same way as their perverted little captain did over there’.

The two women, both married with children and in their early thirties were hardly in a position to carry on the argument. The lead agent, Anne Delores began first. She quickly and indignantly stripped off her light cotton short-sleeved shirt and then followed it by pulling off her white vest that she had worn underneath. Encouraged to continue by Hilda, Anne gently kicked her low-heel court shoes and finally unzipped and slid off her stylish blue denim jeans. She was not in the habit of wearing socks or pantyhose, so the there she now stood in only her large, cotton, conservatively styled white knickers and cream coloured bra that was barely able to disguise her ample breasts and irregular shaped jet black nipples. Once Anne had finished stripping, her partner did the same, except she chose not to remove her smallish white vest that she worn under her thin yellow jumper and she still retained her white socks. At this, both women were ordered to redress in two prison smocks as their original smock owners began to disguise themselves in the work clothes of the two agents. Now Hilda ordered them gagged, cuffed and strapped down to a couple of economy seats. Although it was now clear to all what Hilda had in mind, there was still the problem of firstly, finding two more ‘prisoners’ to hand over and secondly, how to make the handover convincing enough for it to succeed? Hmm, Hilda, thought no more as she glanced over to the kneeling down four flight attendants just a few metres in front of her.

‘You, come over here and hurry up’. She barked at Abi.

Abi, who had just finished reassuring her terrified crew, got up from off the floor, straightened herself and walked fearfully to where Hilda, Willa and two more escaping prisoners were standing.

Hilda didn’t waste any time.

‘Hand me all your flight bags and show me where you keep your jackets’
Abi, obliged as she tightly squeezed her tiny crucifix in the palm of her hand. Opening each bag, she found two pairs of spare pantyhose as well as some money, make up and all the necessary airline identification tags

Hilda began to smile once more.
‘Right, we need your uniform and those of your flight crew. Co-operate and you won’t be harmed. Remember to be a good girl and we can even have some fun together’.

Abi with her head sunk to the floor, walked back dejectedly to the centre of the aircraft. Now with all the escaping terrorists and her terrified flight crew watching, Abi slowly began stripping off her uniform for her captors.

First, Abi stepped out of her flat flight shoes, then unhooked her loose PAL flight scarf. This was difficult for Abi to remove at first, as she was so nervous and tense about what was happening to her. Now with the shoes and scarf in the hands of her replacement to be, Abi unbuttoned and shook off her white airline blouse to reveal a beautiful, purple coloured satin bra. Quickly, Abi bent down to unzip her skirt, as she did her breasts seemed to wobble from side to side like coffee coloured jellies inside tightly fitted egg cups. After wriggling her skirt down off her legs and onto her smallish feet. Abi stood back up straight, revealing through her misty-neutral coloured pantyhose, a set of darkened, obviously moist red satin knickers. One of he terrorists stared at the pantyhose as if to suggest that they should be removed too, but for Abi that was enough. Showing great courage, she used both hands to grip the top of her pantyhose waistband and pull it up even higher over her knickers in complete defiance.

Hilda scoffed as she nodded her head:

‘Ok, sweetheart, we get it. You can get to keep your tights. But some of the other ladies who didn’t bring spares won’t be so lucky. Now go and sit down with your crew and tell them all about your fantastic adventures’.

Abi did, yet as soon as she arrived back to her colleagues, a kindly colleague, Marina Martinez stood up and fitted a smallish, camel coloured airline travel blanket around Abi’s shivering, goose-bumped body. Abi was visibly moved by the kindly gesture and hugged her friend out of gratitude as she took out a hairpin to fasten the blanket securely over her body.

Just then, Marina and another stewardess were grabbed and lifted up from off the floor by the escaping prisoners and taken, sobbing, to the back of the plane, presumably for similar treatment. Now, Abi knelt along side her barely conscious colleague and best friend, Teresa Lopez who had been injured in the initial hijacking. Looking down at her friend’s blood-strained blouse, Abi couldn’t believe the evil some women were capable of. As she drew her face closer to Teresa’s she felt a gun jab into the side of her heart. It was Hilda, yet again.

‘Sorry about your cute little trolley dolly friend, honey dove. But we’re gonna’ need her uniform too, but don’t worry like you, she can keep her sweaty undies. And don’t worry about the blood on her blouse, that’s what your cheap airline jackets are for. Now, if you want it easy for your friend, start stripping her to her bra and panties. Just do it now and hun, hun… hurry up!’

Dejectedly Abi bent down and began preparing herself for the unpleasant task ahead.
Abi felt herself wanting to vomit, but what could she do? These women were capable of anything. Slowly and tenderly, Abi began undressing her friend down to her underwear. First, Abi pulled off the blood soaked blouse, then the slightly ripped pencil skirt. Next came the shoes that revealed a pair of tired and slightly scented feet. Lastly, Abi gently peeled down the slightly laddered pantyhose and then guided them off Teresa’s slender legs. Handing the shoes and uniform over to an eagerly waiting prisoner, Abi turned back to hear the moans of her waking friend.

‘Oh Abi, why? Why did you strip and steal from me like that. I don’t understand why?’ A groggy Teresa wailed, still in a state of tearful confusion.

Abi couldn’t reply, instead, she simply closed her eyes tight and glanced way in complete shame over what she had been made to do.

Abi now looked up to see two familiar sets of PAL uniforms being worn by two unfamiliar and aggressive looking escaped prisoners. Both women now started to apply make up and spray back their hair in the style of the two flight attendants they had replaced.

Hilda addressed the guilt stricken stewardess once more.

‘OK sweet thing, listen up. Two of your colleagues are going to join the NBI agents and get handed over as us. As you can see, we’ve bound and gagged them as well as dressed them in our old prison uniforms. Your job is to make them look less like stripped flight attendants and more like prisoners. Now take your cheap little make up bag and begin the process. And … Hun, do your very best. Perhaps one day the four of you will all be able to share your sweet little adventures together again!’ Hilda then blew a mocking in kiss in Abi’s direction that at the time seemed the meanest thing a woman could do to another woman in Abi’s position.

But Abi understood as she began pulling off the two petrified stripped flight attendant’s false fingernails and then began removing their white toenail paint with varnish remover. Now, there was one more thing, the lingering scent of Chanel No. 5 and Burberry. Abi dared not risk the lives of her two crew members by having them discovered and caught in some sort of cross fire, so taking some ‘FemWash’ tissues out of her toiletries bag, she washed the women down as hard as she could from their tiny feet to brownish cheeks. Now with the two flight attendants minus their make up, perform and expensive, personalised jewellery, Abi was instructed to complete one final crucial detail. Hilda insisted that each woman was given a quick hair brush and rub to remove any signs of hairspray or careful grooming, thus giving a long and dishevelled look. Now both flight attendants were probably going to pass as prisoners.

‘Wow, nice work, hun. Those colleagues of yours look more like prisoners than we ever did!’ Hilda cackled at an exhausted Abi.