DC stepped out of the elevator into the FAA control tower. The tower was square in shape with rounded corners and a 360-degree view of the airport through large plates of glass.
‘Could I have your attention, please?’ DC yelled, pitching his voice somewhere between auctioneer and boxing coach. ‘We are taking over this tower.’
The eight men and women inside the tower turned to the source of the voice and startled at the sight of his drawn Glock G26. There were more staff than he was expecting. With this many people, it was pretty clear the airport had every intention of clearing flights for take-off.
‘We’d appreciate it if you could raise your hands and not pass out,’ he said. ‘This is not a drill.’
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