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Central International Airport This choice: Taffina Marks frees Spider • Go Back... Taffina Marks had watched the horrific events unfold from her aisle seat, between the gorgeous Hispanic man and the equally handsome red-head. When the excitement subsided, she relaxed, seeing the doctor attending to the man with the overpowering cologne, and the gunman being subdued and led to the back of the plane in handcuffs by the sky marshal.
How can I make this incident all about me? Everybody recorded the whole thing, but I wasn't in any of them. If I could get them to do that again with me in there..." She gasped as a new thought occurred to her. "I could be taken hostage. The I will get all the attention. My career will skyrocket! But how can I free the man back there?"
Taffina dug into her cosmetic bag and retrieved the item she needed. She rose and headed toward the restrooms at the rear of the plane.
Eddie sat gazing at the ground with a surly expression, his hands shackled in front of him. The sky marshal rose from his seat next to him as Taffina approached.
"I'm sorry, miss," he said. "We can't allow anyone back here. You'll have to use the bathrooms up front."
Taffina did not get to where she was in her modeling career by being told 'no'.
"Please, officer." She pressed her knees together and pressed a hand against the wall. "I can't make it all the way up there. Pleeeeease?" She pouted, peered at him with her baby-blue eyes, shook her long blonde hair, and bobbed up and down to play up the charade.
The marshal seemed to struggle with the decision to allow her or not. Taffina laid a gentle hand on his arm.
"Please?" She poured on the charm.
"All right, but be quick about it," he said.
"Thank you!"
As she slipped into the restroom, she met Eddie's gaze and held it for a few seconds.
Message received.
She waited inside the bathroom. Just as she had expected, other passengers were asking the marshal for permission to use the facilities. Using the distraction to her advantage, she stepped out of the restroom. with the marshal's attention diverted elsewhere, she slipped a bobby pin into Eddie's hand.
He gave her a wink without changing his sour expression, which she acknowledged with a slight nod of her head. She returned to her seat, to wait for the next round of action.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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