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"Why? Why did i do it? I did'nt even need to leave....I could have done it all from home...I'll probably never see any of them again..." His thoughts were random and somewhat unrelated to one another "Still had payments on the car....mortgage on the house...forgot to feed the dog before I left, that wont end well..." A vast blue wall of near unthinkable size splattered with intermittent splotches of white rushed towards him " And how will they pay for this i wonder....I left them no money....I wonder if that memo i sent out at work reached everyone...." Wind whisteled past him, ripping at his clothes as he and the blue wall continued to get nearer to eachother with every passing second. "how did it all happen..." he replayed the past few days events in his head. His boss had called him to go to a buisness meeting in London, but he didnt HAVE to go, he could just stay in the office in New York and comminicate with them via a web conference, and he woudlnt get much pay for it, "but hey, what the hell" he had thought "a free trip to London, why not?" he had told hsi freinds, his co-workers, bragged about it to his rival in the office, told his neighbor, everyone he knew, he was proud to go to London. Then the day came, first clas on flight 119 straight shot to London Heathrow Airport, he'd be arriving that night. Finally on the plane then things became a blur of action and sound, someone had pulled a gun and threatened to "perminently end service of this particualr aircraft", he had noticed this was particularly eloquent for a terrorist, but paniced nonetheless. A shot had been fired and the effect of such was adverse to its intent. The trrorist had fired because the peopel on the plane were gettign to rowdy, and the pilot couldnt hear him. But evidently, a shot fired in an airplane ends up with mass panic. He noticed soemone else rushing towards the blue wall, breifly interupting his train of thought, this second person mereley smiled and gave hime the metal fingers bfore streamlining himself, leaning forward, and shooting twoards the wall below. back to the past now, Panic, screams, the oxeygen masks dropped form the ceiling, a frantic mother was hyperventailating while trying to fit her child with one of the masks. A young man near the back of his class seemed completley disinterested, staring out the window. one would have thought he had died of shock, if not for a silent tear that sloly made its way down his cheek. Somehow, in the turmoil caused by the gunshot, an emergency door had been opened, and he had been sucked out of it. Now here he was, careening towards the Atlantic at 300 feet per second. A grey rectangle had appreared on the wall of blue below him, and the clouds were now all above him. The recatngle of grey grew as he flew down to it, for a moment, the hope of salavtion existed in his mind. But it was qucikly erased with a loud splat and a red mist on the deck of the aircraft carrier.

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"Why? Why did i do it? I did'nt even need to leave....I could have done it all from home...I'll probably never see any of them again..." His thoughts were random and somewhat unrelated to one another "Still had payments on the car....mortgage on the house...forgot to feed the dog before I left, that wont end well..." A vast blue wall of near unthinkable size splattered with intermittent splotches of white rushed towards him " And how will they pay for this i wonder....I left them no money....I wonder if that memo i sent out at work reached everyone...." Wind whisteled past him, ripping at his clothes as he and the blue wall continued to get nearer to eachother with every passing second. "how did it all happen..." he replayed the past few days events in his head. His boss had called him to go to a buisness meeting in London, but he didnt HAVE to go, he could just stay in the office in New York and comminicate with them via a web conference, and he woudlnt get much pay for it, "but hey, what the hell" he had thought "a free trip to London, why not?" he had told hsi freinds, his co-workers, bragged about it to his rival in the office, told his neighbor, everyone he knew, he was proud to go to London. Then the day came, first clas on flight 119 straight shot to London Heathrow Airport, he'd be arriving that night. Finally on the plane then things became a blur of action and sound, someone had pulled a gun and threatened to "perminently end service of this particualr aircraft", he had noticed this was particularly eloquent for a terrorist, but paniced nonetheless. A shot had been fired and the effect of such was adverse to its intent. The trrorist had fired because the peopel on the plane were gettign to rowdy, and the pilot couldnt hear him. But evidently, a shot fired in an airplane ends up with mass panic. He noticed soemone else rushing towards the blue wall, breifly interupting his train of thought, this second person mereley smiled and gave hime the metal fingers bfore streamlining himself, leaning forward, and shooting twoards the wall below. back to the past now, Panic, screams, the oxeygen masks dropped form the ceiling, a frantic mother was hyperventailating while trying to fit her child with one of the masks. A young man near the back of his class seemed completley disinterested, staring out the window. one would have thought he had died of shock, if not for a silent tear that sloly made its way down his cheek. Somehow, in the turmoil caused by the gunshot, an emergency door had been opened, and he had been sucked out of it. Now here he was, careening towards the Atlantic at 300 feet per second. A grey rectangle had appreared on the wall of blue below him, and the clouds were now all above him. The recatngle of grey grew as he flew down to it, for a moment, the hope of salavtion existed in his mind. But it was qucikly erased with a loud splat and a red mist on the deck of the aircraft carrier.