Of all the bad luck in the world.
I sit there in my seat with an empty glass still half raised to my mouth, as it had been for the last 5 minutes or so.
This wasn't meant to happen. I look up and see one of the other bloody passengers pacing towards the cockpit. Either thinks he's some sort of real life hero, or he is wanting to complain, even at this late late hour. It wouldn't surprise me. Americans. Don't make me laugh.
But really, what are the odds of the plane going down before I could even announce my intentions? I moved heaven and earth to smuggle the explosives aboard... is this God showing me who is boss? I don't even believe in him! If he does exist, me and him are going to have words.
Ahh well, at least I won't have to endure this cold irony for much longer. I'm sure we won't survive, and after all my research, i should know.
I wish that girl would stop smiling, she is really beginning to annoy me now... yeah that's right, missy, drink in the situation, you're going to die. One less brat in this stinking world.
Oh come on already, let's get this over with.