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.
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