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FLIGHT 903

As mike drove along the road to the airport, he was thinking about his
mission and the things what had drove him to do what he was going to
do, he looked down at his watch
It was 8.20.he would be at the airport shortly; there he would do his
task.slowerly he drove into the parking space looking in his rear view
mirror; he noticed a lot more security than most days. He knew this as
he worked there. As he got out of the car and made his way to the back
of it, he lifted the boot lid and lifted out the bag.
His heart started to beat faster he closed the lid. Then turned, making
his way to the
Entrance .He looked around, looking for the check in for his flight. He
walked up and down, looking for a TV monitor there on the screen was
his flight 903 to Alaska it was on time, gate 21.He made his way to the
check-in, looking round all the time.

He hesitated bending down to fasten his shoelace his eyes peering
around his eyes scanning every inch of his surroundings.

After fumbling with his laces for a while he finally got up his eyes
now focusing on the check-in desk. His hands had now started to sweat;
he stopped again to get out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his
hands. As he looked across the desk now seemed to him to be miles
away.
When mike eventually got there, the were a couple of people in front
him.
He heard the lady say please have your passport ready and your ticket?
Thank you!
It was his turn next the young woman asked if wanted to take his
baggage on as hand luggage? He said yes if that is all right with that"
the girl asked if he would like a window seat or that an aisle seat
would suit him better"? With which he said either I am not particulary
bothered. He handed her his passport and ticket for which she gave him
his boarding pass.

He took it and made his way to the boarding area knowing too well, if
he was stopped here he was going to be in serious trouble, his only
hope was that with him working there that he could distract them as his
baggage went through the x -ray. Almost all the airport staff knew him,
so he placed the bag on the conveyor belt he then glanced over and said
to the chap on security? How is your golf doing Fred getting any
better? Not so bad mike and how are you, going on vacation? Yes just a
few days away, that had given him just enough time for his bag to go
through unnoticed. He got to the other side and picked up his bag, said
his farewells and went to find a seat.

When he eventually got there the were only a few seats left, he made
his way through and came to sit down opposite a woman with two
children. Who were about to entertain themselves by rolling a ball back
and too? They sat facing each playing with the ball. Mike had his bag
on his knees; he took hold of it and placed it on the floor in front of
him. The youngest girl rolled the ball along the floor, which stopped
next to mikes bag the other girl went to get the ball. Before she could
reach and get it mike's hand with the speed of lighting picked it
up.the girl said thanks! You are welcome he replied and handed the ball
over. The girl said are you going anywhere nice? We are going to visit
are grandma, we haven't seen her for ages, it is her birthday tomorrow;
we are so looking forward to seeing her.

Now this started to make Mike think he looked over at the woman
thinking she must be about the age of what his daughter would have
been. Just as his mind went to having memories of the past. He was
suddenly brought back to the future by the voice over the tannoy, which
said flight 901 would be delayed for two hours sorry for the delay.
That made things worse he got up and started to make his way towards
the toilet. Stumbling as he walked his pen fell from his top of his
jacket and rolled along the floor and came to stop in front of one of
the police on duty .He was armed with a machine gun!
Mike bent down and picked it up the sweat trickling down his face his
nerve had just
Gone out of the window.his hands shaking he had that look of guilt
written all over him. He got to his feet the officer looking at all the
time he slowly walked to the toilet looking over his shoulder.noticing
the officer's eyes were still on him. He walked that little bit
faster.the officer got suspicious and shouted to him STOP! He had got
to the toilet thrusting the door closed, his back on the door his bag
slipped from his grasp, and slid on the floor that had just been waxed
from earlier.

Then with one almighty shoulder charge from the burly officer, the door
was flung open sending Mike to the floor were his bag had come to rest.
The officer was standing over him gun directed at him mike reached in
his pocket to pull something out but with quick reaction the gun was
fired. Penetrating mikes chest like a cannon ball his chest blown to
pieces by the impact. His hand fell to the floor his head rolled to one
side his eyes closing as the last breath came from his body his gaze
had fell on a picture he had in his hand.presumably of his wife and
daughter. The airport was shutdown, bomb crew were called in they
investigated the bag, inside was an urn with the remains of his wife
and daughter. A note saying rest in peace your loving husband and
father how can I ever forget someday we will be together. He was taking
their remains to be buried with her mother. Was that too much to ask
for?