((Ow! That hurt!))
The group got through the lines ok (save they needed to get Kody some more cofee when he fell asleep at the lugage/check in counter). A few people seemed to recognise them, and they signed autographs quickly in order to get to the plane.
Finally, they got to the loading ramp, and had the privalages to go on first. They all waved and said thanks as some of their fans, and some who had heard of them, and some who even hadn't, waved and cheered. Then all fell silent. Out of the back, Chineese man, carrying Uzzies in both hands, running, charging towards the band. Miles was in the back, and started pushing Ella through the door into the plane. "Go, go, go!" yelled security as people ran and screamed. The security guard lifted a pistol and fired twice, but the extremist shot him down. As if in order, a second guard jumped on top of their assailent. But out of the corners of the room, two more came out, aiming at the guard. That was the last Miles saw as a nervious steward closed and locked the door behind them.
They all got on the plane as quickly as possible, getting into their seats. They took seats in First Class, but were so shaken they almost couldn't breathe. Miles, being logical, got up and walked towards the cockpit. He poked his head in, getting the attention of the pilot. "Hay, man! Do we have enough fuel to get from here to China without any stops?"
"We... we do. Why?"
"I don't know, but I think there will be more of these guys down at our other stops. We're the only ones on the plane now, anyways. So I'd suggest taking off as quickly as possible."
The pilot nodded, and Miles went back to check on his friends. "We all good?" he asked.