“Excuse me, sir, but—”
And then the airliner rocked suddenly and so did the arm on the chair rest, rolling back and forth once before it fell off completely and landed on the floor, dotting the blue carpet with blood.
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Twelve minutes. It had been twelve minutes, according to her watch, since the arm had fallen on the floor, after which she’d collapsed into the nearest chair and just sat—her head spinning, her heart pounding. Okay, she thought at last, here’s your options: One. You are still sleeping and are experiencing a nightmare. Two. You’ve gone completely insane. Or, three ...
It was really happening.
And if that were the case, there weren’t many scenarios that could explain it, other than that terrorists had slaughtered everyone on board and piled their bodies in first c
