Writing for fun--4

The plane was going through some turbulence, but that was only to be expected. That region had always been windy anyway, and it had also been raining heavily the previous day. The passengers were as unconcerned as anyone in a plane could be. The airhostesses were getting nervous, and the cabin crew was strutting around uncomfortably, checking with the pilots if everything was okay, or if they should make an emergency landing. The pilots themselves were not sure—half of them were from a country very far away—but they assured the crew that everything was okay
 

The plane was ahead of a smaller plane by five minutes. The two aircrafts were going together to a foreign country to get some work done (it is not clear if they were going to get work done for their country, or the one they were going to). The passengers in the bigger plane were considered more important that those in the smaller one, so they had been instructed in detail about flight plan and emergency contingency.
 

The bigger plane hit a mountain-top shrouded by fog and lost an engine. Miraculously, it rose up, and continued its predestined path. Then, the pilots overcompensated for the missing engine, and the aircraft hit yet another mountain. Two hits within ten minutes were too much even for the hardy and well-tested machine and it gave away, killing all the 118 passengers and 41 flight crew onboard. The second plane, with the journalists, security officers and the bureaucrats, completed the flight without any sort of disturbance.
 

The entire cabinet, including the PM, was dead. The sixty topmost leaders of the 3 big parties were dead, along with few leaders of the minor fractions. There was no way the nation would ever recover the loss of leadership. Despite all the squabbles they had or pretended to have with each other, those bastards ultimately shared the same grave. The nation and its peoples grieved less than they should have.