God-Speed by C. G. Cooper

Author:C. G. Cooper [Cooper, C. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
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Publisher: C. G. Cooper
Published: 2013-09-10T23:00:00+00:00

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9:09am

Stokes had cautiously tried to use his cell phone as the remaining passengers were ushered to the back of the plane. He couldn’t get a good signal.

“Honey, you stay here for a minute. I’ll be right back,” he said to his wife.

“No. You stay with me, Calvin,” she pleaded.

“I promise I’ll be right back. I just need to take a look. You keep trying Cal on my cell phone.”

He handed the phone to her and then made his way to the front of the group. He pushed past scared travelers as he tried to get a better view at the front of the plane. Most of the women were crying and the men were doing their best to look brave. They made way for the advancing Marine.

Finally at the front of the pack, he addressed the terrorist closest to the group.

“I want to speak with whoever’s in charge,” said Stokes.

The man laughed and said something to his companion in their native tongue. His friend laughed nervously and kept his eyes on Stokes.

“You no talk to no one. You stay here,” the Arab replied sternly. His arm twitched as he poked his knife toward Stokes.

Stokes paused again assessing the situation.

“You don’t want to do this. There are women and children on board,” said Stokes, in a voice loud enough for the other passengers to hear. The comment quieted the crowd. They listened. “I’m sure if you turn the plane around we can figure some way to work this whole thing out.”

There were more whispers as the gathered men and women watched the confrontation.

Instead of answering him, the terrorist turned and said something to his companion in Arabic. The man nodded and yelled to the only other visible terrorist in the corridor. He looked to be guarding the cockpit door. The man walked to the back of the plane and pushed past his associates. He was wielding a knife as well. It was one of the people Stokes had seen getting searched at the Dulles security checkpoint and then outside the gate. Stokes’s eyes widened a hair at the realization.

“What is the problem?” the man asked.

His English was accented, but much better than the thugs guarding the passengers.

Stokes answered, “I told your friend here that I want to speak to whoever’s in charge.”

The man smiled evilly, yet almost congenially. “You may talk to the one in charge right now.”

“Good. Take me to him.”

The man spread his arms open and looked from side to side.

“Even an infidel such as yourself must know that Allah is all around us. Speak to him now if you wish.”

A look of dread crossed the Marine’s face for a split second. He glared at the man with open hostility.

“No?” said the terrorist. “What is it you Americans say? Cat got your tongue?”

He snickered at his own joke and the two other men laughed even though it didn’t look like they understood what they were laughing at. Stokes stood motionless, except for the clenching and unclenching of his fists.

A hand reached out from behind and grabbed Stokes by the arm.

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