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Amy Idris had been an Air Marshall for less than a month. She flew about three to
five flights a day, always sitting near the front of the plane in Seat 2B. She wore a blazer
and slacks, and packed her gun in a holster that she kept under her jacket. So far, this job
had not lived up to her expectations, just flying uneventful flights all day and making
conversation with strangers. But she knew it was important, and she owed it to Justin,
who had been murdered by the Cincinnati Bomber. She had checked in with the pilot, a
Lou Caradonna, at the beginning of the flight, to let him know she would be on board,
and to have him sign her flight form. She wished she could sleep, but that was not
allowed. Air Marshals had to be always vigilant. Right now, she was reading a People
Magazine when she got a text message on her cell phone. She glanced down at the
message. It had a code number—333! -- which was used by the Marshal‘s Service for
dire emergencies, as well as the code number for the Director of the Air Marshal‘s
Service: AM74Q@&. The message read:
THE PILOT, CO-PILOT, AND FLIGHT ATTENDANTS ON YOUR PLANE ARE
ALL TERRORISTS. THEY PLAN TO FLY YOUR PLANE INTO LOUISIANA
SUPERDOME IN APPROX. 10 MINUTES. IN 8-9 MINUTES, F-16 AIRCRAFT WILL
RECEIVE ORDERS TO BLOW YOUR PLANE UP UNLESS YOU CAN GAIN
IMMEDIATE CONTROL OF AIRCRAFT. PRESUME FLIGHT CREW IS ARMED
AND DANGEROUS. RADIO AS SOON AS YOU HAVE CONTROL OF AIRCRAFT.
YOU ARE AUTHORIZED TO USE DEADLY FORCE.
Idris‘ heart almost stopped when she read the message. She typed back ―OK.‖ She
looked around. One flight attendant was in the back of the plane, the other was in the
front. If she tried to take out the flight attendant in the back first, other passengers might
see her, and might not realize she was an Air Marshal. They might block her attempt to
get back up to the front of the plane, and that would be disastrous. She decided to solicit
help from passengers. She wrote a message on a napkin and then went back six rows,
where she saw three big men in one row. She pretended to fall sideways into their row,
said ―Sorry,‖ and walked back another two rows. Then she acted like she changed her
mind and went back towards the front of the plane. The message on the napkin read:
―I AM AIR MARSHAL. TERRORISTS IN CONTROL OF PLANE. YOU THREE
NEED TO GO TO BACK OF PLANE AND SUBDUE FLIGHT ATTENDANT IN
BACK. I WILL TAKE CARE OF REST.‖
The three men read the message and were dumbfounded, but they had to assume that
the lady was telling the truth. They all got up from their seats and started walking to the
back of the plane. Idris went to the front of the plane where the bathroom was. She turned
to the Arab-looking flight attendant who was seated near the sink and the drink cart.
―Excuse me,‖ she said, leaning over to the woman and punched her in the face. The
flight attendant was momentarily stunned. Idris then grabbed her cuffs and tried to cuff
the flight attendant behind her back, but after she got one cuff on, the flight attendant
squirmed and kicked. Idris managed to get the other side of the cuff locked onto a metal
post of the seat, shackling the flight attendant by one wrist to the seat. Idris crammed
three napkins into the flight attendant‘s mouth before she could scream and then punched
her again in the face, temporarily knocking her out. Unfortunately, a business man in the
front row saw the assault.
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