Chapter#3

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"I took your advice. It was good advice. Thank you." Oh no, this can't be happening. I got simmed again.

"Okay. That's good." I briskly replied to Mia.

"And I signed up for an LSAT course. Next thing you know, I'll be moving to India to find myself." She further told me.

"Why will you go to India for LSAT? I am sure we have good law schools here in USA." I voiced my opinion, forgetting the task I have been provided.

"Know any good gurus?" she mocked.

I didn't reply anything this time but this girl didn't get the hint and started conversing again.

"So, what do you think? Am I on the right track?" she questioned this time.

"It's the same plane, but it's different." I said out loud.

"Deep." I wasn't talking about her question, I was talking about the plane.

"I hope it's different. I feel the same way." Mia added.

"What?" I was confused, only Mia can do twist ones answer in such way that it loose its true meaning.

"Do I have...?" I spoke but soon her phone vibrated.

"Bryan." Mia told me. I clenched my jaw ad curled my fingers tightly; she shouldn't be talking to her idiotic boyfriend.

"What is it with guys?" Mia questioned more to herself.

"Everything's more beautiful in retrospect." I said, taking Mia off guard.

"What is..." her lips formed the words in confusion.

"This looks so real." I all of a sudden remembered I was on a mission to find a bomb and for the instant I considered everything is happening in present. I brought my wrist that has watch wrapped around it to my eye level and noticed that I have already wasted five minutes, I set my watch to fifteen minutes. I halted in my actions when Mia spoke

"I think it's going to be really good for me to get as far away from him as possible."

They wouldn't put the doer in front of me." I disregarded her statement.

"The doer?" she asked in complete perplexity.

"You're the pretty girl." I complemented, noticing her perfect jaw and straight nose. She had beautiful flawless white skin with big black eyes and dark brown hairs collected in a hair band.

"The distraction." She is a distraction in my mission.

"Distraction?" she asked in bewilderment

"Every sim has one." I knew it because many of my friends have been given a sim when they have slight trouble in narrating the precise experience of the operation. They sim you which assist your mind to focus on the event which you are expected to tell, but as a downside there is a distraction to every sim so you can't accomplish the task provided to you. And the diversion to my sim is Mia.

Are you talking about Bryan? Mia yet again asked in puzzlement.

"Attention please." speakers blasted abruptly. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Dubai Airport. Local time 07:46 and the temperature is 41. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about. (Cellular phones may only be used once the Fasten Seat Belt sign has been turned off. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of Emirates Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day"

Oh no I have wasted lot of time.

"Damn it!"

Just then the flight attendant got Mia's shoe.

I'm sorry.

"Just let me get it, okay?" the flight attendant said.

"Its okay." Mia said.

After sometime the tires of plane made a contact with the ground and the staff announced once again "we have arrived to Dubai. The one who had a connected flight to New York must stay remain seated."

I hurriedly leaped from my seat. I have to find the bomb. The explosion came from behind me.

"I am going to bathroom." I notified Mia.

On my way to bathroom yet again I witnessed the same scene.

"Hey, mister!"

"Hey!"

"Hey! You dropped this." The unknown man ran behind the other man who- this time when I noticed has dropped his wallet. He handed it to the man, while the other man didn't appear to be happy from the fact that his wallet didn't get misplaced. He took his wallet from the man and thanked him missing any sentiment.

I hurried to bathroom, washed my face and checked my watch. I have eleven minutes left till the explosion. I franticly looked around to find any indication when my eyes landed on the dustbin, it wasn't in its place, the corner was loose, and it gave the indication that someone has unscrewed it. I swiftly got on investigation mode and sat down to examine it. I tried to pull the dustbin cabin out from its designated place but it wouldn't budge. By now I could hear the speakers booming "Ladies and gentlemen, this is James john and I'm your chief flight attendant. On behalf of Captain William the entire crew, welcome aboard on EK 612 non-stop services from Dubai to New York our flight time will be of eight hours and two minutes. We will be flying at an altitude of 5000 feet at a ground speed of 150 miles per hour. At this time, make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position and that your seat belt is correctly fastened. Also, your portable electronic devices must be set to 'airplane' mode until an announcement is made upon arrival. Thank you."

"All aboard. Doors are closing."

"SHIT." Only eight minutes. I hit the bin with as much energy as I could congregate and it finally came out. I slowly put it behind me and turned my face to see what was placed behind it when my eyes broadened in astonishment.

HOLY SHIT. There lay an electronic bomb.

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Minahil Khurram

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