It was 9th of November. Our floater's trajectory was skyjacked towards World Trade Centre located at Frankfurt, the financial capital of Germany. Though the Mayday shortcode 666 would have been paged by any passenger by then, alike the primitive chain pull in ground-trains, it was a question of verifying authenticity of caller and assessing gravity of scenario for Floaters Traffic Management to deploy a suitable contingency plan, which however did not exist for any nonnegotiable cases.

Those who missed or cancelled the float that day, felt fortunate or blessed. Adults were horrified to near-death experiences whereas children not having cardiac or respiratory disorders easily gained an affliction.

"<<Daro mat>>. I will not shoot you," said the older clever skyjacker to a scared 5-6 years' Muslim kid, "<<Jannat hamare intezar mein hain>>," a means to treat despair of pre-incident phobia with hope of post-incident philia.

"<<Kya Qhuda ne Quran mein yehi hookm diya hain ?>>" said the helpless hardy father of that child.

"<<Hum pichhe nahi moore sakte>>. There is, no, going, back," emphasized the patrolling skyjacker.

Initially, the pilot's obedience was aligned with the hope of negotiation at Frankfurt skyrail station, but the revelation of suicide mission turned him unruly. Infuriated by this disobedience, the vocal aggression of the skyjacker was loudly audible to front row passengers. However, this attitude of pilot turned out to be futile when the young terrorist strangled the pilot out of cockpit and locked
himself inside to steer the operation. The ball was no more in the pilot's court.

"You did your best, Rizwan" an old woman at the frontmost seat patted the disheartened pilot.

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