When Time Was, page 5
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While the FBI was getting their ducks in a row, everyone on the plane was relaxed and enjoying the flight. With a smile on my face, I stared out the window and wondered if I had all my ducks in a row. The activated phone call should have warned the airport of the bomb, and I’m sure the FBI has taken over.
I had worked at the Atlanta and Charleston airports. Right before I fueled up this plane, I dropped four small homemade bombs into the fuel tanks. The capsule that covered the microchip inside was covered in a D-2H fiber hydro plastic that jet fuel could not burn through. Just under the plastic shell was the detonator device that was connected to a sound frequency which connected to the chip. The bomb was a 2x2 ball, waterproof, and transparent with a pocket of nitro connected in the center. On each end of the capsule was a magnetic polar cap that enabled it to stick to the bottom of the fuel tank when I dropped it in. The other magnetic polar cap would be used to help detonate the bomb.
I looked around the cabin at the people. If they only knew, I thought, would it even make a difference. They were of all ages, from all walks of life. I tried to look at each of them to see if I could detect their hurts and pains, their disappointments and fears, and their happiness and laughter. Those things I would never know. It could be over in seconds, minutes or in an hour, I thought. I closed my eyes, tilted my head toward the window and wondered what they would change or give up.
