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began hurling abuse at them and Agent One raised his hands to quieten them down.
    “Take your seats, please,” he said.  “It was only a joke.”
    “So we’re not all going to die?” shouted a voice.
    “That’s a point of discussion I’m now going to address.”
    “Who the hell are you?” stormed one man stabbing a finger at them.
    “As I said earlier, I am Agent One and this is my colleague Captain Aeroacrophobia and we’re here for your safety.”
    “Are you some kind of sky marshal?”
    “I’m not a sky marshal.”
    “That was a sick joke you just pulled.  Just look at all the women and children crying!” slammed another passenger.
    “It was in bad taste,” admitted Agent One.  “The idea was to give you some terrible news to prepare you all to feel horrible – really horrible, before I tell you the equally as bad news.  It has been brought to my attention that we have a passenger on board who is a carrying an explosive belt and plans to blow this plane up in a terrorist attack.”
    There was silence from the passengers and then a few of them shook their heads and returned to their books and magazines or in-flight movie.
    “I’m being serious.” protested Agent One.  “All people on board this plane will surely die unless I find out who this terrorist is.”
    “Don’t believe you.” muttered one passenger in a bored voice.
    “Talking crap.” said another.
    Agent One turned to look at Captain Aeroacrophobia with a frown on his face, then looked back at the passengers.
    “To elaborate, there is a passenger amongst you that is carrying a weapon of mass destruction that he will attempt to detonate.  This plane will explode and become a pile of twisted burning metal and every limb and body part you have will separate, so time is of the essence here people.”
    “A-Are you being serious now?” asked a woman sounding unsure and nervous at the same time.
    “Do we look like people you can’t take seriously?” replied Agent One pointing to himself and Captain Aeroacrophobia.  “In fact, don’t answer that.  Quiet at the back please, keep it down.  Okay ladies and gentlemen, so what we’re going to do now is to play a little game of show-and-tell.  What I want you to do now, is to all raise your hands in the air.”
    Hesitantly some of the passengers raised their arms towards the roof of the cabin and looked around.
    “Come on, all of you.” urged Agent One.
    The rest followed suit and he scanned the cabin slowly until he was satisfied.
    “Good, go on all the way up, now wave those fingers for me, come on waggle those digits.  Now I’ll be asking some random questions to you all and if the question doesn’t apply to you then lower your arms.  Does everyone understand?”
    The passengers nodded their head.
    “Excellent,” said Agent One glancing at his clipboard quickly.  “Okay, question number one.  Do any of you know how to operate a reserve parachute?  Because there's one back there for me and I haven’t a clue."
    He looked around the cabin at the blank faces then broke into a wide grin.
    "That was just a warm up question to see if you were all paying attention.  Right then, first question.  Has anyone on board this plane recently converted to Islam, is a member of al-Qaeda and enjoys voicing extremist views?"
    With the exception of one person, every passenger on the plane dropped their arms quickly and turned to face the solitary man.  He was a heavily bearded man with thick brows, a thin pock-marked face with shallow cheeks and disheveled brown hair and a scar running down the left side of his face.
    Agent One and Captain Aeroacrophobia strode down the aisle and stood before him questioningly.
    "You can lower your arms now."
    The man licked his lips and shifted uneasily in his seat.
    "Hello sir, what's your name?" asked Agent One casually.
    "Abdul-Hamed al-Nusra." said the man wiping his forehead and swallowing hard.
    Somewhere someone chuckled and Agent One