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RRRIIINNNGGG! RRRIIINNNGGG!!! Not again, this was the limit.
RRRIIINNNGGG! I rolled out of bed, and hit the cold wooden floor of my
temporary accommodation. I strolled half asleep to the phone, and
picked it up, "Helloooo," I yawned down the phone. I had a very good
idea of who might have woken me up, as early as it was.

"Hi, honey, are you ok?" asked my wife Julie; confirming my
suspicions.

"I'm fine thanks dear, you had to call again, and you know I'm flying
back in a couple of hours time." I sounded I annoyed, but I loved her
deep down, and she knew it.

"I was just calling to make sure you were ok and everything, oh well,
now that I know, I am happy. Can't wait to see you, bye now," she
said.

"Bye," I replied, knowing that while I had been on this business trip,
she had woken me every morning, and today would not be any different.
I looked around at the room, and saw that for the last three days this
had been my home. I had been living here in Boston; I had come here
due to some business meeting. I would be flying back in a couple of
hours, and then I would be back to my sweet wife, Julie.

There were still a few things left to pack. I took of my clothes and
went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and waited before the
steam started to rise before stepping into the cubicle. I had a nice
refreshing shower, and then got out, dried myself up, and put on some
clothes. I put the rest of my clothes, toiletries and other things
into my bag, which had been next to my bed, propped up against the
wall. I went out and came back an hour or so later, I had just been to
see a friend before I left.

I took a last look around the room, and gathering my stuff, left the
hotel. I stood outside in the bright sunlight, looking for a taxi; I

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only had to wait some thirty seconds. Got in to the taxi, after
putting my stuff in the boot of the yellow car.

"Where to?" said the young driver, he was wearing sunglasses, a hooded
top, and a cap, he seemed friendly though, as he smiled at me looking
at him.

"Airport, and try and get there quick like!" I replied.

"You're the boss." And of we were weaving in out of side streets, on
to the motorway, speeding towards the airport. The cabbie had asked me
if I wanted to change the radio station, but I told him that I was
fine with what he had on; which happened to be some R'n'B. The ride
was not that long, but it was fun while it lasted. I paid the cabbie,
and he said, "See you around dude!" and zoomed of. I got a trolley,
loaded my stuff onto it, and went in to the terminal. It was quite
busy today; a lot of people were coming here for departures. I checked
in, and went through to the shopping and amusement area for people
waiting for their flights. I had some fun playing on some video games,
but then I gave up after loosing consecutively on one game. I realised
how hungry I was, after all it had been 3 hours since I had had
breakfast with my friend. So, I stopped into burger king, to get a
quick meal.

They finally made the announcement for my flight. I found that in the
queue at the gateway, I saw several dodgy characters, their faces were
covered, and they seemed to be looking around, as if nervous, or
hoping that they would go unnoticed. I carried on to the plane and
supposed I had no right on other people, they might have some reason.
On the plane, my seat was next to a gorgeous blonde who eyed me, and I
was about to say something saucy when, I realised I was married. I sat
down next to her, on the left side of the alley, a seat away from the
window. There was a lot of commotion, as people took their seats.
Finally, the plane was hastily up the run way, I leaned my head back
against the head rest, and was asleep in the warm cosy, comfortable
plane.

"WAKE U! GET UP! "I was wakened by shouting and something cold was at
my throat, I realised as my eyes came into focus, it was a knife. The
knife was more like a combat dagger, and the blood slipped like water
out of my veins, my heart was as silent as a drum to a deaf person. I
looked up, and saw the same dodgy person, who I had seen at the
gateway. He has his balaclava, lowered, he was unshaven, had dark
eyes, and looked threatening. I was terrified; he was the angel of
death to someone who saw him as soon as they woke up. "Be happy
American, today u die for Allah, and today, your pathetic life end,"
his voice was calm, and it sounded very American to me, telling me
this person had grown up In America.

"I don't want to die, let me of or something," I said, this was too
much. He slashed my face and laughed, I could smell his breath, and I
could feel balls of spit landing on my body, he had suddenly gone into
a rage.

"For saying that I will punish you for the last minutes of your life.
I will make the people around you suffer as well." He suddenly leered
out and slashed the people around me, including the blonde. Some had
their face bleeding, some their body, but most let out a shriek,
because their cuts were worse, and deeper than mine. The man walked
away.

I apologised as much as I could, but they told me to forget, some
passengers had already been murdered, and some injured worse. His
punishment did not stop there though. We found that he had turned the
heating quite high, to make us uncomfortable as possible, so most of
us had to take some clothes of to make it bearable. The blonde filled
me in on things, the pilots and crew were dead, there were five men,
and all had guns and control of the plane. They were going to use the
plane as a missile, to blow up the white house. I was shocked that
they were about to do something so horrendous.

"And they are all doing this, why?" I asked.

"This is their war on America. The wound hurts so much; I wish I could
have something to stop it."

As I fearfully looked around the plane, the stench of sweat, blood,
and fear itself grew stronger. Sweat trickled down my hot face, as my
short life was to end soon. I looked at the blonde, and she was
crying. I looked into her watery eyes and she looked back, I put my
arm around her, over her warm topless body, and I tried to ease the
pain in her wound, she let out a soft sigh of relief as I caressed it,
and was relaxed. I knew she wanted something to heal or cover her
wound, but I couldn't do anything. And then my mind suddenly lit up
like a bulb. We might be going to die, but I was not going to sit here
and let our country be bombed by terrorists. I took my hand of her,
and got out of my seat to have a good look around. There was one of
them standing at the door way to the other half of the plane. I was a
kung-fu master, I ran up to him and in two moves he was on the floor.
I took his gun, and realised it was fully loaded. I worked my way
towards the cockpit of the plane, one of them came out at me, and I
shot him down. Now it had come to, I was going to be saving my
country, and the fear had been replaced by anger and confidence.
Another came round, he fell to a kick to the head. I was onto the
cockpit, and they were ready for me, they however were unarmed as it
turned, but disarmed me quickly and got rid of my gun. I was left
fighting one of them while the other started to bring the plane down.
I finished the first, and knocked out the other one, and saw to my
horror that the plane was heading, straight for the white house. I did
my best to raise the rudder, but for us it was too late, but the white
house was saved……

This was the last account of John Smith. He had given his life, and
because of him the white house or another target of Americahad been
saved. We hope that may his soul and those of so many others who died
rest in peace.
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