Night Of Remembrance Ch.1

Night of Remembrance Ch.1


Somewhere over the Atlantic:


Ladies and gentleman we are about two hours
From our destination
In a few moments we will be serving breakfast
The East German raised his window shade
The sky was slightly lighting to the east
He knew he had to act
Most of the airplane was still sleeping
Now was the time.

As he moved from the back of the plane
The aircraft started bumping in the early morning air
A few people stirred but did not awake
He moved his left hand into his pocket
Where the silver switchblade was
His target sat just two rows away
he still looked asleep
Quietly he moved into the empty seat behind him
one last look around.

He pulled out the knife and in a swift motion
Slid the blade of the knife across the throat of the man
The expected moan of a dying man however did not come
Just the feel of cold steel against his neck
A voice said in a whisper “you missed”
Shocked the East German did not turn around
He knew who had spoken those words.