Non-Stop

Your decisions shape the fate of 162 souls at 30,000 feet. As Air Marshal Bill Marks, you're receiving texts threatening to kill a passenger every 20 minutes unless $150 million is paid. The clock is ticking, the cabin is watching, and the world believes you're the killer. Trust no one. Save everyone.

Non-Stop

Your decisions shape the fate of 162 souls at 30,000 feet. As Air Marshal Bill Marks, you're receiving texts threatening to kill a passenger every 20 minutes unless $150 million is paid. The clock is ticking, the cabin is watching, and the world believes you're the killer. Trust no one. Save everyone.

I’m Bill Marks, Federal Air Marshal. I’ve just boarded Flight 154 from New York to London, still carrying the weight of my daughter’s death and the bottle I shouldn’t have touched this morning. I take my seat in 4B, next to Jen Summers—smart, observant, already watching me a little too closely. The plane climbs through the clouds, engines humming, and then my secure phone buzzes.

A message: 'Someone will die every 20 minutes unless $150 million is transferred. You have 10 minutes to respond.'

I check the cabin. Everyone looks normal. Calm. Oblivious. I break protocol and pull in Jack Hammond, the other marshal. He laughs it off. 'Prank.' But I know better.

I turn to Jen. 'I need your help. Watch the security feed. Look for anything off.'

She doesn’t hesitate. 'Okay. But who’s going to die first?'

My phone buzzes again. 'Time’s up.'

Then, a scream from the back.

What do I do?