Written by Mr. Mouseburger 12th Aug 2005
Kindly submitted by soapfiction
After John McClane has found his way onto the wing of the moving 747 that the baddies are using to escape, he uses his jacket to jam the flaps on the wing, preventing takeoff. The commandos on board notice this, of course, and dispatch two of their leaders: Major Grant, who the audience thought was on the good side for the majority of the movie, and Colonel Stuart, the man behind the whole terrorist action. General Esporansa, the man piloting the plane, makes something very clear to them: they can't shoot at McClane, because the wing is full of fuel.
Grant, eager to do away with the annoying fly-in-the-ointment, heads out onto the wing, armed with a knife, while Stuart watches from the hatch. Grant sees nothing in the darkness as wind blows in his face.
All of a sudden, McClane jumps out from his hiding place at the base of the wing, tackling Grant to the ground. A nice wrestling match ensues, with Grant finally holding McClane to the ground. He exclaims, "Too bad, McClane! I kinda' liked you!"
McClane continues to wing it!
McClane, pissed as ever, responds with a kick, and throws Grant over him, to the end of the wing, while muffling a noise that sounds an awful lot like "Traitor!" He then responds (clearly): "I got enough friends!" And with a final kick, Grant rolls off the wing, over the engine, and is dangling for his life over the cylinder opening of the engine. Of course, no old man like him can hold on, and he is soon dragged into the engine. McClane, being only human, averts his gaze to the other end of the engine, where what's left of Grant comes spewing out in a nice, gory mass of limbs. The rest of the blood trickles out of the engine.
Grant's horoscope told him to avoid jet engines and New York cops today - if only he had listened