Grey Wolf

Northwest Alaska, just above the Arctic Circle under the glory of the Northern Lights, and a contract transport flight for some large engineering company is due out on a late evening flight down to Vancouver. It's a small native village with a large new airfield for the engineers, some of whom are now gathering to board and head south from the freezing weather late in the year as the night gets longer. Two of the passengers are English, man and woman, business types on a return from their work up here, friendly and happy to be on their way back to cooler climes. Onboard this wide-bodied aircraft, four of the passengers are two State police escorting two men in handcuffs, sat towards the rear of the cabin. After take off everyone settles down to the flight south. One young man is eager to to see what the cops are up to, pulling out his camphone to film his interview for his blog. The cops aren't too happy with his arrival, but that doesn't last long as he pulls out a snub-nosed revolver with silencer and pops them both dead. The young man was accompanied by an older one, who has made his way up to the front and forced his way into the cockpit to seize control of the plane, demanding they divert and make an emergency landing. "Fuck that!" the macho pilot screams and sends the flight spinning. Bang, bang and the pilot's dead and the co-pilot is left to struggle the aircraft down to a rough landing belly-flopping into the white bush of the Alaskan winter. The old man takes command of the passengers and reassures them he and his young associate are only here for one thing, no one gets in their way and all's well. Most people are taking it calmly, quietly in the face of the bigger guns now revealed, while the two handcuffed crooks have been freed and armed to wait at the rear of the cabin. With their plans upset the two gunmen must now make their way, with the crooks they're here to free, across miles of frozen forest to the rendezvous with their airlift out of here before dawn and discovery by search and rescue. They need hostages in case of trouble and decide to take the flight stewardess, an Alaskan Native woman, and the Englishwoman as their human shields. As long as no one stops them they'll leave safely and o one gets hurt. Apart from the bombs they've left behind in the cabin. Discovering the bombs the passengers, prompted by the sudden actions of the Englishman, scramble out the plane on the far side, out of sight from the gangsters now trekking away from the plane. While the gangsters move away with their hostages the Englishman reveals he has a very special set of skills: he's an engineer who tends to overthink things and has a sack load of emergency Arctic survival camping and trekking kit. Now he plans to track the gangsters and free the women before it's too late. As the gangsters pause to explode the plane remotely the Englishman is trekking parallel to them. It's going to be a long night of stalking through the freezing wilderness, the silent forest under the Northern Lights. It's not easy, the two gunmen are ex-military, have planned their escape and carry nightscopes on their high powered rifles. But they're off course and have the crooks and women hostages to escort through the wilderness, fifteen miles in ten hours in minus 20 degrees snow and ice. The night progressed, the gang follow their maps and the Engineer follows them, running parallel, using his own night sight cameraphone to look ahead, missing them, criss-crossing their course to move closer and closer. The night clouds over, the snow begins to fall, the freeze drains everyone's energy. Only the engineer has the kit to survive and stalk them, a lone wolf inching closer to the prey. Meanwhile the two women have to deal with their own situation, try and negotiate their survival learn what they can, plan what they can for any eventuality. The Englishwoman tries to learn what she can and negotiate their freedom from the older gunman, while the Native woman ignores the stupid comments from the younger one, and the two crooks consider how they should be killed at the end of this. Exhaustion sets in, the freeze slows them, the snow blankets everything. The Engineers must move close enough to ambush them with his one weapon, an old revolver. He'll only have one chance to catch them all off-guard. He moved in behind them, closer, and closer in the dead silence of the forest, preparing to shoot, and the clouds break apart to lighten the forest with the glow of the Northern Lights, revealing the Engineer just a few feet behind the gang. Terrible violence erupts. Only a few are left standing.