The Plot
If anything happens, you’re ready.
You may jump when an almighty sucking whoosh follows the pressing of the flush button, but should you unlock the toilet door to find the plane under siege, you’re ready.
Sitting with your trousers down shitting over the Atlantic, you look across and study your face in the mirror, wondering whether you shall kill the terrorists, or just disarm them.
If you kill them, it will be swiftly through stealth and cunning. You will creep up behind and strike them with uber-human strength. The power will come to you in a surge like the Incredible Hulk, only you shall act with the moderated precision of a Jedi Knight.
It may first involve a half-nelson or maybe even a full-nelson, to get the terrorist in a disengaging lock before cracking their neck. Then if another comes at you, you’ll spin the first toward him before rushing forward.
But if he has a Stanley knife like in 9/11, will you be mentally able to slit his throat with it? It may haunt you afterward, but yes, you think you can do it. You must.
Yes, if when you step out of the pokey “wash-room” (as the stewardess called it) you find the terrorist has a woman held hostage with a Stanley knife to her throat, you will walk calmly up to him, from behind, and should he spot you and say:
“Don’t try it, I’ll kill her!”, it will not stop you, for we all are doomed otherwise.
