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The Flight to Sunrise
#WritcoStoryPrompt40
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane.
Suddenly, he could feel the plane turning right, then left and take a 5-seconds dive. What seemed like a regular turbulence to the passengers was actually his cue.
It was time.
He reached out for the paper thin iron clasp next to his left hand that prevented the coffin from getting locked. He pulled at it while pushing the cover up.
The first thing he felt on sitting upright was warm air and claustrophobia. But there was no time for that. He had a task at hand.
He turned on the satellite phone. He had to alert his team that the mission was on. It started with a cracking sound.
"Theta to Omega. Theta to Omega."
"Roger that. This is Omega."
"Theta has risen to the sunrise. I repeat, Theta has risen to the sunrise."
And he turned it off. He started searching for the red suitcase with sunrise painted on it. He had ten hours till the flight began descent.
He searched all corners for an hour and couldn't find it. Was the lead wrong?
Suddenly, the flight started experiencing turbulence. A genuine one this time. It caught him off guard and he lost balance and fell on a violet suitcase. It felt like the suitcase was mostly empty except for another case within.
He pulled out his broach which had a pin in it and started picking the lock. It opened with a click and he found the red suitcase inside.
He knew the pin. It was the day it had all begun; 4th May, 1990.
He quickly input 5-4-9-0 and the lock opened. He pulled out the little blue velvet bag which carried the pen drive. He put it in the inner pocket of his jacket and picked up the satellite phone.
"Theta to Omega. The sun has risen."
It was now time to slide back into the coffin and wait for arrival at DC Airport, USA.
He carefully slid into the empty safe custom made for him and kept the iron clamp in his hand. He will have to plug it back in place to let some air in. The moment he pulled the cover towards him, there came another round of turbulence. He hit his head hard on the inside of the coffin cover and dropped the iron clasp outside.
The cover locked with a bang leaving him stranded inside the coffin for 9 hours without air.
© Ishita Nigam Garg
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane.
Suddenly, he could feel the plane turning right, then left and take a 5-seconds dive. What seemed like a regular turbulence to the passengers was actually his cue.
It was time.
He reached out for the paper thin iron clasp next to his left hand that prevented the coffin from getting locked. He pulled at it while pushing the cover up.
The first thing he felt on sitting upright was warm air and claustrophobia. But there was no time for that. He had a task at hand.
He turned on the satellite phone. He had to alert his team that the mission was on. It started with a cracking sound.
"Theta to Omega. Theta to Omega."
"Roger that. This is Omega."
"Theta has risen to the sunrise. I repeat, Theta has risen to the sunrise."
And he turned it off. He started searching for the red suitcase with sunrise painted on it. He had ten hours till the flight began descent.
He searched all corners for an hour and couldn't find it. Was the lead wrong?
Suddenly, the flight started experiencing turbulence. A genuine one this time. It caught him off guard and he lost balance and fell on a violet suitcase. It felt like the suitcase was mostly empty except for another case within.
He pulled out his broach which had a pin in it and started picking the lock. It opened with a click and he found the red suitcase inside.
He knew the pin. It was the day it had all begun; 4th May, 1990.
He quickly input 5-4-9-0 and the lock opened. He pulled out the little blue velvet bag which carried the pen drive. He put it in the inner pocket of his jacket and picked up the satellite phone.
"Theta to Omega. The sun has risen."
It was now time to slide back into the coffin and wait for arrival at DC Airport, USA.
He carefully slid into the empty safe custom made for him and kept the iron clamp in his hand. He will have to plug it back in place to let some air in. The moment he pulled the cover towards him, there came another round of turbulence. He hit his head hard on the inside of the coffin cover and dropped the iron clasp outside.
The cover locked with a bang leaving him stranded inside the coffin for 9 hours without air.
© Ishita Nigam Garg
