Full Black - Brad Thor [126]
CHAPTER 54
Christie Jacobson wasn’t a big fan of flying. It wasn’t that she was afraid to fly, she just hated all of the hassles.
Her mother had worked as a TWA stewardess back in the glamour days of airline travel in the 1960s. She could still remember how elegant it was. You always got dressed up to fly. You even got dressed up just to go out to the airport to pick people up.
When she was a little girl, all of the stewardesses had looked to her like princesses or fashion models. They wore tiny hats, white gloves, and perfectly tailored uniforms. They even took your picture with a Polaroid camera and gave it to you as a souvenir. That’s how special airline travel was. Things certainly had changed.
Now, airline travel was like bus travel. No one dressed up, the service was lousy, and the entire air of elegance was gone.
Before Christie had changed positions within her company, the experience used to be a bit better. Up until last year, she’d been a very frequent flyer, which meant she was normally upgraded to first class and could check in at the premier counter. She didn’t have to stand in an insufferably long line like the one she was in now.
Glancing at her watch, she wondered if she was going to make her flight. There had to be at least sixty people in line in front of her, and only a handful of agents. Despite the automated check-in kiosks, everyone seemed to be having problems and needing help.
Christie looked behind her and saw that the line stretched past the retracta-belts and stanchions and into the terminal. There had to be several hundred travelers. She didn’t even want to think about what the security line was going to be like. That was the one thing she hated the most about flying. As a breast cancer survivor, she’d had more than enough radiation to last for two lifetimes. She despised the full-body scanners the TSA had introduced and how when she politely opted out of a scan, she had to be subjected to a full-body pat-down. If the scanners wouldn’t have stopped either the shoe bomber or the underwear bomber, she didn’t really see the point.
She liked to joke that the friendly skies would be a lot more friendly if everyone was required to fly naked. It was a cute joke; at least she thought so. During pat-downs, though, she’d been warned that joking wasn’t such a good idea.
She didn’t blame the TSA agents for the security measures. They didn’t make policy. They were there to carry it out, and Christie made it a point to thank them every time for working so hard to keep all travelers safe. Like it or not, life had changed because of 9/11.
Considering what had just happened in all those movie theaters across the country, she figured life was about to change again. Would there be pat-downs and screenings at the local multiplex now? Probably. Something would have to be done to demonstrate that America was serious about never letting such an attack happen again.
Christie had stayed up most of the night watching the news coverage in her hotel room. It was incredibly tragic, but she couldn’t turn it off. The entire nation was grieving. She’d felt very alone in her hotel as she watched and had called her husband. They’d turned to the same cable channel and had watched the coverage together, though they were thousands of miles apart. She was glad to be going home the next day.
She wanted to hug her husband and her children. She wanted to hold on to them for a long, long time. They were big moviegoers. They loved seeing films the weekend they came out, and as far as they were concerned, there was nothing like the experience of the big screen.
Their theater could have easily been targeted by the terrorists. That seemed to be the message of the attacks. No one was safe. Theaters in big towns and small towns alike had been struck.
And before the news had even confirmed it, she knew who had been behind the attacks. She knew it was al Qaeda. They had promised to return and they had. First it was the train stations in Chicago and now movie theaters. What was next? she wondered.
Was she even safe in