Air Marshal

Boarding

I air smelled of led as I sat down next to this large blonde haired woman. She clutched her oversized purse so close to her chest. Her hands were gripping the straps so hard her knuckles turned white. Her light brown eyes turned towards me and her small dark red lips turned upward in a timid smile.

"First flight?" I asked the young woman.

" Yes how did you kn know?" She stuttered in response.

" the way you are choking your bag out. Here take this" I handed her an anxiety pill that I kept in my bag for emergencies. I put my bag in the over hang carriers. And sat down next to the woman. She began telling me the reason she was flying. Her husband had been throw in prison for murdering her son and she was going to move back home with her family.

The final person walked onto the plane and sat down in the seat across the aisle from me. He was a tall gentleman. He had a charming air about him. His wore a dark black suit with the tie to match, his light blonde hair was slicked back with gel, his eyes were a brilliant blue and his shoes were so shinny I could see my reflection. The woman next to me was starring at him and as I gazed at other female passengers on the plane they were all giving him lust filled glances. I knew he knew everyone's eyes were on him. I stood up at the same time he did and he almost knocked me down but grabbed my elbow to steady me. I hate being touched. Especially by men. I snatched my arm away mumbled a thanks then went to the bathroom.

I sat on the sink propping my feet on the toilet seat and pulling out my work phone. I opened my voicemail and listened to the only saved mail I had. It was my boss as usual speaking in the robotic tone he always had except when he was yelling. "Marshal Tolba I have saved all the backgrounds of the passengers onto your phone under your pdf saver. Your job is to make sure the plane comes back safe. If you screw this up you are not being promoted. Thank you have a safe flight." I really hated my boss. I was the only woman air marshal in the department. He hated women ever since his bitter divorce with his wife Sharlene. I know he would do anything to get me fired. I told him once that I'm a woman And I can do anything a man can do so now he makes me work ten times harder than anyone else. If I get promoted then he wouldn't be my boss anymore but God knows he would do anything to keep me from getting the position. If I get the position I would become his boss. And I would love to see his face if I did. He would be so pissed.

I walked out of the bathroom and sat in my seat. The woman next to began to cry hysterically. "Ma'am what's wrong?" I asked putting my hand on her shoulder. She pointed out the window and there was lady bug on the shield. "My son loves lady bugs!" She cried out through her sobs. The man across the isle leaned in and offered to switch seats with the woman. She shook her head violently and crawled over me to get away from the bug. He stood up swiftly and helped her into the seat. She sat smiling up foolishly to the man. She attraction was obvious. I looked at him and he had a coy look in his face he knew women found him attractive and he definitely used it to his advantage. He then stood next to me and I looked back and pointed to an empty seat next to an old man. The old man smiled revealing he was missing half his teeth and he had greasy grey hair that stuck to his pale wrinkled sweaty skin. "I think you would prefer that empty seat" I said to the tall man. He frowned and looked at me strangely. He obviously wasn't happy I did not fall for his looks. "Excuse me but I prefer window and there are no more window seats open." He smiled again and put his left hand on the back of my seat and his right on the seat I front of me. I was trapped. Being an Air Marshal we have to seat in the isle I. Order to be ready for danger. I just put on a fake smile and turned swinging me legs into the isle. I grabbed his left hand pushing him back and standing up without touching him. He slid into the seat next to me. I sat down and immediately felt there was something wrong. The flight attendant got onto the intercom and began speaking about the standard procedures. I began to get very nervous there was Definitely something wrong. My gut usually never let me down. The plane was now in the air. I looked at the man next to me he was looking out the window with his hand on the glass. He looked very childish. He seemed to be a little less horrible to me just then. Yet I still couldn't shake the feeling. Just then a click on the intercom and a mans voice began to speak. He sounded so familiar and I began to calm down. "Hello this is your captain. The sky's are clear and it should be a safe clear flight all the way there. I hope you have a great flight and if you have any questions just tell the flight attendants. This is captain Tolba please have a good flight." I now knew why I was so comfortable with his voice. It was my husbands. My husband was a pilot for Qatar airlines. I stopped asking him what plane he was flying because I was never assigned to the same plane. I was lost in my thoughts when the man next to me started talking to me. I looked at him finally snapping out of my head and he was asking me all these random questions. "What's your name?" My first instinct has always been to say my real name but I have learned to stick with my alias. "I'm Morgan Froelich. You can call me Mrs. Froelich." I used my maiden last name since it's hard to reply to a name you're not familiar to at all. He frowned again. I seemed to make him frown a lot and I enjoyed that.

"So you are married?" He asked with yet another frown.

"Yes." I said with a smug smile

"Where is your husband?"

"Not here obviously." I said now it rated he was so nosey

"Haha I think you lie." He said with a bark of laughter

"Oookay believe what you want. You don't know me."

"Yep you're not wearing a ring that's how I know."

I looked down at my hand and realized he was right I wasn't supposed to be a widow that was my secret identity. I widowed woman going to a trip to Europe and back to Qatar to settle my husbands financial and insurance problems. I really shouldn't blow my cover the first five minutes on the plane. I always had my ring on me though. I had it on a long chain under my shirt resting between my breasts. I reached up and touched my shirt and felt the cool band of the ring caress the soft skin of my cleavage. I smiled and thought of my husband just a few feet from me. He had no idea I was here and wouldn't know till we landed. The man began to touch my boot. And I pulled free from his wondering hands.

"Can I help you?" I asked in a very peeved tone. He had no right to touch me.

"I was just admiring your boot. I haven't seen a woman wear combat boots on a plane before. Is that even legal?" He asked looking at me with a curious look on his face.

"Well if I'm wearing them it's obviously legal. And can you please not touch me?"

"Oh sorry Julie I didn't mean to bother you."he gave me a rueful smile and grabbed my wrist. I don't know who he was but he knew who I was. I pulled at my wrist and used my other hand to go grab the glock out of my boot. "Do you really want people to panic. Come on J you know better." He was right but I went into my jacket and grabbed my switchblade and held it between us the blade already cutting a hole into his pants. "Let go of me" I growled and he smiled and let go folding his hands into his lap. I pressed the blade closer breaking skin. And a small bead of blood trickled down the blade of the knife. "Who the fuck are you and how the hell do you know who I am?" I whispered harshly. I was so confused I lost all my training and my fear took over making my voice shake. I needed to get under control. I looked him in the eye and he said nothing looking up at the flight attendant walking are way down the isle. I switched the blade into my other hand closet to him. I knew he could try to grab my hand but I had a lot more weapons and I didn't fear him. All my training was starting to finally kick in. I grabbed my bag from by my feet and set it in my lap reaching in and taking my shaft laying it over my hand hold holding the knife. The flight attendant bent down next to me as asked if I was okay and if I wanted any beverages. I politely declined and she turned to the mystery man next to me .

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