Flight 107

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A ripple of agitation begins to creep along the aircraft, just as a Mexican wave unfolds along a soccer stadium.  Voices mutter and murmur, discussing the unknown cause of the delay, like wasps buzzing in anger.  An  electronic voice vibrates above the passengers' heads as it announces in a perfect British accent

"British Airways flight 107, will depart as soon as possible.  We ask                                                                you to wait patiently.  Thank you for your co-operation."

Because we really have a choice, trapped on this small aircraft, packed tightly together like a tin of sardines.  Life outside the protected metal cocoon continued as normal.  As I gaze wistfully through the window, I can see the airport personnel, scurrying industriously like mice, across the black sea of mirrored tarmac.  They go about their duties in an oblivious, organised, robotic manner that seems to have been rehearsed hundreds of times before.  Baggage carts, security, maintenance, police, catering trucks, more security and reporters.  

There is certainly increased activity tonight.  Why would there be reporters on the tarmac? Why is there so much security? Armed security! I look frantically around me, only I seem to have adopted this paroxysm of frightening thoughts that invade my mind, spiralling uncontrollably due to the lack of information from that perfect, British, electronic voice.  As I remember September 11th, the day which destroyed a world of hope and a true evil was established within it.  

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I look nervously around.  The 'fasten seatbelt' sign is illuminated.  All prepared to taxi yet stationary.  The curved cabin pressured door of the plane next to me opens a mere inch or two.  What lies behind that guarded and protected door? I don't want to see, but I have to know! I need to have my fears confirmed or dispelled, but yet again I am made to wait as my thoughts flash back.  

Instinct, or paranoia forces fear upon me.  Remembering their faces, etched on my mind, smiling wishing visitors 'a nice day'.  The ticket sales people ...

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