J and JJ were losing fuel slowly and were descending slowly but alarmingly. JJ had just checked how much fuel they had left and they had exactly two minutes left until the ship would fall. They couldn’t risk to send out a SOS signal or they might be spotted by the secret police. They were taking prisoners that were very rich across the country. Thirty second till they fall. J was scanning every map and gps to see if they could get to a town. Three, Two, One. 

As JJ woke up he found himself in a warm bed next to a radiator with walk cookies and cold milk in a glass next to him. As he reached out for a cookie he heard a noise. He stopped dead silent. He rollover back into bed and tried to pull his gun from the holster. As he reached for it he realised it wasn’t there! He quickly got up and crawled under the bed with all the remaining energy he had. As the door creaked open he heard a familiar voice. A voice he remembered from when he was breaking out some prisoners. The chief of police was here. He was bound to check under the bed, as he walked closer to the bed he was interrupted by a loud, terrifying gunshot, blood poured out of the Sargent head. There was something just standing in the corner of the door. A second later he was gone…