Saturday, August 28, 2010

Who Dares Wins!

The man in charge wiped the sweat from his brow and looked worriedly at his second-in-command. Skilfully and carefully, both peered through the crack at the worried passengers.

"We have to avoid a panic!", he whispered.

The second-in-command took his compact walkie out of his top pocket and walked away. He returned half a minute later.

"Couple of men from the SAS are coming in!"

"They had no other option?"

"No...situation's got out of hand."

The man in charge bit his lip.

"Don't worry", whispered the second-in-command, "it's out of our hands now. The SAS have been doing this for years...they're real pros."

"I'm worried about the consequences..."

There was a rustle, and the two operatives from the SAS appeared and introduced themselves. They were lean and professional looking men. Not a drop of sweat could be discerned on either. The man in charge felt instantly calmer.

"Go for it then, lads!", he smiled a nervous smile, and gave them a clumsy thumps-up as they pushed past and into the passenger section.

They walked calmly along the aisle, one behind the other, each carrying a large metal pot in either hand.

"Kaffe?...Coffee?....Kaffi?..." said the first one.

"Tea?...Te?....The?...Tea?..." went the other.

"Oh, at last!", said a passenger.

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