My name is James Richardson. I am a CIA agent. Two weeks ago, we received a tip, stating that this plane was to be hijacked. More specifically, a bomb was to be planted on this plane. We didn’t find the information credible, but they sent me to check, anyways.
The plane was on the way from New York to Los Angeles. We had to land in Denver for emergency refueling. I wasn’t off duty, so I had to do what I was told to do. I flashed my badge and began searching the entire plane. I found nothing. So, I went back to my seat, completely relaxed.
The plane took off, and the radio overhead crackled, “THERE IS A BOMB ON THIS PLANE.
THIS IS NOT A JOKE. WE WANT FIVE . . . NO . . . SIX MILLION DOLLARS DROPPED OFF AT PHOENIX AIRPORT. DON’T TRY TO PULL ANY TRICKS, OR THIS PLANE GOES UP. THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN SENT TO ALL MILITARY BASES AND GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS. IF ANYONE INTERFERES, WELL . . . AMERICA WILL LOSE PRECIOUS LIVES. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Panic, problems and pandemonium reigned. Everyone started talking, children started crying, and there were those who started screaming, “We’re all gonna die!!!!!” and basically making the others even more nervous.
How could I have not seen the bomb? Had I not searched every single cabin in the entire room? Was one of the passengers or the crew responsible? Was the bomb planted when the plane was in Denver?
Then, I realized that there was no point in panicking now. The threat could also be a hoax. Anyways, one has to believe that the government will pay the ransom to save its taxpayers . . .
I decided to read a book and while away the time. I put my hand in my bag, and felt around for my book, but my hand struck something hard . . . something metallic. I took it out of the bag. It was the bomb.
My hands shook horribly . . . the bomb was in my bag. I dropped the bomb, and a man noticed it. He shouted for help, and within seconds, everyone ran as far away from the bomb as they could. I stood up and showed everyone my gun. I said, “I am a CIA agent. Please remain calm and be seated. I am not the hijacker.”
A man stood up and said, “Be calm? There is a bomb on the plane, for God’s sake!”
“It is a time bomb. It doesn’t matter if anyone pays the ransom. This plane is still going to blow up.”
00:14 . . .
It came down to 00:10
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 . . .
Beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep beep.
He got up, gasping for breath. Then, he realized what he had just experienced. He picked up his pen and a pad of paper, and began writing a story . . . a story about a CIA agent who rescued passengers of a hijacked plane . . .