An Unhappy Voyage
Jack boarded and started down the long aisle towards his seat. He instinctively reached down to feel the gun concealed on his hip. After 20 years of service, his government-issued sidearm was about the only thing he trusted anymore.
It had been two years since the “incident” on flight 284 to London. It was Jack’s watch and he knew he failed in his duty as a Federal Air Marshal. No lives had been lost that day, but his supervisor swore Jack would pay for his mistake for many years to come.
He found his seat next to a little old lady who was clutching a bag of Cheetos and a miniature bottle of bourbon in her overly wrinkled hands. She smiled weakly and Jack returned the smile with the same level of enthusiasm.
He sat in his seat just as a voice came over the cabin speakers:
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for traveling with us today. Please sit back and relax as we travel from Los Angeles to New York City. Our travel time will be approximately 64 hours.
Jack sighed. He knew he had failed as an Air Marshal, but he would have never imagined that he could have messed up enough to be demoted to the Federal Bus Marshal program.
In his absolute misery, all Jack could do is wait for the little old lady to fall asleep so he could “confiscate” her Cheetos and bourbon.
