INT. LOUNGE -- SOFTLY LIGHTED

Both stewards stiffen, and you hear the Wall Street Journal rustle in the corner behind you.

The woman smoothly eases between you and the hallway. As she gets closer, you realize she's distinctly attractive. She moves like she doesn't always pour drinks for a living. You're not sure where she is hiding her weapon in her uniform, but you know it's there. Or maybe she's relying on the artillery of her comrade behind the bar, whose hands are out of sight behind the counter.

"You have somewhere you need to be?"

To shake your head and go back into the lounge...

To give her the NAME and CODE WORD...

TO DO SOMETHING UNUSUAL, NOTIFY ADMINISTRATORS TO BEGIN INDEPENDENT SEQUENCE

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