Epilogue
11th September 2001 – London, UK
The good-looking, well-dressed American businessman walked through the international departure lounge at Heathrow and headed for the bar.
The news had just broken on all the major new channels. Indeed, the footage of the planes crashing into the Twin Towers was being broadcast far and wide, with reports coming in of an attack on the Pentagon and of a plane crashing elsewhere on the East Coast. He had watched, shell-shocked, in his London hotel room as the sickening images of terrorist-controlled passenger planes were obliterated. The first thing he did was contact head office and report in.
“Get back here ASAP,” said Control. “Get the first available flight. We are on war footing.”
So, he did. He packed up his suitcase, checked out of his hote
