Chapter 115- Wilson Must Live!

Charlie, right that instant, fell off the plane, shocked; stupefied. What just happened? The pilot just shot him? And as he fell from the skies, he wondered to himself - 'Why?'

But he did not wonder for long. Experience at work. He took his gun from the ring and turned, aimed at the plane and shot all twelve bullets in his loaded gun at the plane.

*pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew* *pew*

The plane spewed out smoke and then exploded into a ball of flames.

*boooom*

It began spiralling downwards having lost its ability to defy gravity.

But it was not the only thing under free fall as Charlie himself was no anti gravity dude. He was still falling and he rolled over, midair, into the standard skydiving position - the arch; in which he laid belly down, arms spread out wide and legs arched upwards, with him facing forward. As soon as he stabilized up in the air...

*whoosh* *bang*

He felt something very fast pass by his head