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#15 - "Return"
Handcuffs were definitely an inconvenience.
Jian sat with his hands cuffed behind him, the chain running behind a metal slat in the chair. A bottle of water sat in front of him, and the agents had been thoughtful enough to locate a straw.
"So, Mr. Fong," said the only other person in the room as he pushed the red button on his tape recorder. "Let's go ahead and start with things from your point of view."
Jian sighed and closed his eyes. God Bless the USA, and God send to hell all airline hijackers.
It hadn't started that way, though. Flight 6219 from Hong Kong to Los Angeles was a peaceful flight, and after the first round of beverages, Jian resolved to sleep the rest of the way through the flight. Unfortunately, that wasn't to be the way of things.
"I was asleep," said Jian.
"Asleep," echoed Agent Earl Simms.
"Yes. Until the first one got up." Jian leaned forward to take a sip of water, and remembered.
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