Authors note: This
piece was wrote after 9/11 so I was in that
mind frame of patriotism and heroism.
“Flight 49 has been delayed”. Oh great, that’s just great.
Another bump in the road on a business trip that has be dreadful from the
beginning, when I first arrived in Brazil, the moron of a taxi driver couldn’t
find my hotel so he got lost in the middle the of ghetto and had to call one of his friends to take me
to my hotel at a lovely three in the morning . Next I was late to the promotion meeting where I was suppose to get
a promotion but I didn’t and that slacker Nolan got it , how can anyone like
him anyways he smells like liquid garbage. Oh well time to go home and
disappoint my wife with bad news, never happy always something wrong . “Flight
49 is now boarding at E6”. Well I guess that flash back sped up the time, let’s
see where I have to go get to my gate. Oh beautiful I have to sprit all the way
across an airport. As I arrived at my gate the ticket lady deiced to take one last blow to the colossal failure
of a trip. “I see you been running a
lot” commenting on the ocean sized sweat stains on favorite work shirt with
that I’m a gonna be jerk look on her face. “Yeah, thanks just give me my
ticket” I snarled at the lady. “Have a nice flight” she said in that
stereotypically ticket lady voice. As I strolled down the jet way and on to the
airplane I got stared down by everyone as if they thought I was the cause of
the delay. “Great the worlds out to get me” I muttered. As I walked to my seat
13B I was meet by a man of 6,1 and at least 350lbs sitting in 13A and most of
13B. I taped on his shoulder politely but he was too busy face down in a tray
of airplane food, After thing that had gone wrong in the span of three days if was in no mood
to play mister nice guy. “Hey Rolls, you mind moving?” he sucked in and let me
by , finally my trip was over.
I plugged in my ear buds to my I-Phone and tried to forget
everything when…BOOM! A massive shutter rocked the airplane in a violent fashion. Throwing
bodies everywhere. From what I could see there was a hole the size of a door in
the left side of the airplane. Armed terrorists caring hand guns stormed the
cockpit and mercilessly shot the pilot
and co pilot. They knocked out the flight engineer and shot him in the leg . I
couldn’t believe it. I knew I had to do
something . I hopped up but drew the attention of one of the armed thugs “What
are you doing?” he barked. “I… Um… Need to go the bathroom” I said nervously.
“No nobody move or we blow the whole thing up” he said as his voice cracked.
What an armature I thought. Although he
had ear that an elephant would envoy because as I moved to strike he turned and
read his pistol. “I warned you” he said. It was game over, when Rolls dove out
of his seat and to a bullet for me. Judging by the horror in the gunman face
you could tell it was his first time with a gun and his last, I hurled my
savior and laid out the thug. It was a solid hit and sent the gun twirling. I
knock him out right away and moved on to the first class cabin of the plane.
The first class cabin was surprisingly quite and clam except
for the sound of crying and sobbing, otherwise most people were just in shock
and awe mode. As I reached the cockpit door I heard “We should just blow it up” “No you moron we
fly it in to a building” “Why don’t we land it and take hostages” “Do we even
know how to land a plane?”. While the three stooges collaborated I talked to
the first class cabin and gave them the score and I asked if anyone was willing
to help, a young man about the age of 13 stood up and said he’d help even
though there at least 15 men in first class none was willing to fight but the
young man. I handed him the pistol and asked if he had ever shot a gun he said
“Nope, never have but today is the day to learn I guess” As we approached the
cockpit door ever thing was going through my mind my wife, my kids, my job. I
told the kid that we enter on three and go guns blazing. “Ready? He nodded “ 1…
2… 3!”.
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