Terrorist

"Hey Steve," I nudge my boss from his two hour nap.
"What is it Sierra...?" He says grumpily.
"We've got famous company on this flight." Steve shoots up.
"Who?"
"Black Veil Brides. They're a punk rock type band. Their my favorite."
"Well, we've gotta do something," Steve whispers.
"I've got it," I mumble, fiddling in my bad for my iPod Classic. I write something in pencil on the back.
I stand up and take a deep breath. Here we go. Don't fuck this up. I walk towards their seats.
"E-excuse me, Andy?' I say quietly. Fuck!
Andy turns around in his seat. "Yes?" He says politely.
"My name is Sierra, I'm a huge fan, can I get you to sign my iPod?"
"Of course, Sierra." He finds a silver Sharpie for my black iPod, and scribbles his name on the back.
"Did you read the top? I'm sorry, it's just something for you. It's kinda tiny, sorry," I mentally slap my forehead.
The blue eyed angel-- Did I really just think that?- read the small print. His eyes widened as they glided over the black surface.
My name is Sierra. I am with the FBI's Terrorist Unit. There's a suspected terrorist on board, it's too late to turn back. My team and myself, we will do everything in our power to protect you. I promise that.
"Thank you so much Andy, I really appreciate it!" I fake my excitement. Deep down, I knew something bad was going to happen.
And I knew it would happen to one of these boys.

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