I was slightly sceptical to why I was going to Los Angeles and started to study the passengers for any unusual behaviour. There was approximately eighty passengers aboard and seemed to be about ten members of crew. A group of muslins sat in the corner, I wasn’t sure if I was being suspicious but the only reason I had noticed them was that they gave the impression of being very uneasy. I could see a few drops of sweat falling from their foreheads even thought it was a typical icy morning in Boston. I didn’t mean to gawk but I couldn’t help observing a shiny object sticking out of the pockets of one of the men. It could have been anything but I had an overwhelming feeling that something sinister was occurring. I tried convincing myself that it was my apprehensive mind over imagining but I could not keep my eyes off it. The airline hostess came around to offer some confectionary, I was eager to say something but I couldn’t concern passengers and jeopardize lives for something that could be an inkling.
I stood up to go to the toilet, while I did I saw one of the Muslim men watching my every move, studying me as I did him. I caught him looking at me as if he knew me, then unexpectedly it dawned on me that what if he did know me and was involved in whatever was going on. I carried on walking to the toilet; trying to be unconscious to the fact the he was closely watching me.
I hid behind the wall and tried to make sense to try and make sense of what they were saying. The name “Bin Laden” was mentioned, he was a terrorist who had been wanted by the F.B.I for a number of years. I carried on listening, but could not hear much. Then fortunately the man sitting nearest to the wall spoke “I will go to the captain and notify him that the plane has a new route.”
I found myself gasping for air, not knowing what to do. One of the other men had got up and was walking towards a little girl, I figured this was where they would make their move and announce to the passengers that plane was actually headed somewhere else. He stood behind the girl then reached into his pocket and pulled out the sharp knife. In a split second I grabbed my gun and shot.
The Arab fell backwards and landed on the lap of the young girl. The screams of the passengers were drowned out by the outraged shouts of the Muslims; subsequently they pulled out their guns and started to shoot in my direction. I managed to doge the rapid bullets but some of the passengers weren’t so lucky. Swiftly the bullets stopped. Out of the original eighty passengers only half remained alive. Blood was spattered all over the floor. The travellers were huddled together, staring at the two remaining Arabs who were at the front of the plane holding a knife to the captain’s neck. “Whoever shot Muhammad and Mesas, come forward now or I will slice the neck of the pilot.”
I gasped and thought for a second, no matter what I do he will die; as they don’t need him they can fly the plane on autopilot. I decided to take a chance and try and shoot the two remaining Muslims. I pointed my gun and pulled the trigger steadily it hit the man holding the knife, the pilots neck was cut and he dead instantly.
The travellers who were still alive let out cries and weeps. I glanced behind the wall to see the final Arab grabbing a parachute and leaping out of the plane. I jumped up and ran over to the controls they were unmoveable, it was inescapable we were headed to our gory deaths.
Lying under the pilots sit was another parachute I obtained it and ran to the exit door, I put it on and jumped out. Even if I couldn’t stop the plane crashing maybe I could catch someone who was responsible.
I landed in New York In the ally behind the Bloomindales I then understood where the plane was going. I looked up and saw the hijacked passenger jet, American Airlines Flight 11, crashing into the north tower of the World Trade Centre, tearing a gaping hole in the building and setting it afire.