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Mary desperately searches for Sam. Where the hell did he go? Why did he abandon her like that? Less than ten minutes ago, they were making love and now this. How did her fate lead her here? Was she going to die? Were they all about to die a fiery, grisly death?
She eyes the terrorist, Abd al Bari. He’s got Sam’s gun gripped in his left hand, and in the other, a set of prayer beads. He’s nervous, agitated, his forehead covered with droplets of sweat. He’s reciting one prayer after another in Arabic. The people buckled in their seats all seem to be hanging on to their armrests for dear life. The plane trembles. The people tremble. The noise from the air rushing into the hole in the plane wall is deafening. It slaps her face, pounds against her eardrums. It steals her breath away. Still,
