Delta Airlines Flight DL107
Frankfurt am Main International Airport, Frankfurt, Germany
CIA Agent Sherrie White glanced over her shoulder and smiled at the Captain as he emerged from the galley, a glass of water in his hand. And his eyes on her ass. He gave her a quick wink before disappearing back in the cabin, though not before checking her out again.
And she couldn’t blame him.
It is a great ass.
It had been a whirlwind of activity getting here, Langley sending her out late last night as soon as Kane’s ticket had been purchased. She felt bad about the flight attendant she had waylaid this morning, yet it had been necessary, it simply too late to get someone on the plane in an official capacity. Yes, she could have been placed aboard as a passenger, but passengers didn’t get to roam the aisles and the other restricted areas of the plane.
Flight attendants did.
Young Cindy Robinson had been chosen because she had been assigned a solo room and had nothing on her resume on file with the airline that suggested she’d be able to resist a trained agent. Even a lucky punch couldn’t be risked as it might give Sherrie a black eye, which would make her too conspicuous for the mission.
Cindy had been neutralized, drugged so she’d be out long enough for the flight to reach New York, her room service order cancelled, her hotel booked an extra day with a Do Not Disturb notice, breakfast cancelled, and a phone call placed faking an illness.
Langley had hacked the airline’s computer to assign a newly created flight attendant as a last minute substitute.
Her.
A friendly face for Kane, and backup on the flight should he need it for some reason. There were several agents on board, none of whom he had met. All would be able to come to his aid should he need it, but she was his conduit to that help in case he couldn’t simply come out and ask for it.
She reached out for Kane’s boarding pass, smiling at him as she had every other passenger so far. Glancing at his seat assignment, she pointed to the far side of the aircraft. “Aisle seat, far side. Have a good flight, sir.” Kane nodded, murmuring a thank you, not giving any indication he recognized her, and she leaving it at that, continuing her job. Her crash course in being a flight attendant was a manual emailed to her by Langley for just such an occasion, this apparently a scenario the eggheads back home had cooked up before.
She took the next boarding pass handed to her, repeating the procedure, each person’s face and pass captured by a camera in her broach, the image immediately relayed to Langley and run through their databases. They apparently only knew one face that had been travelling with Kane, and she felt her heart race slightly as the man approached. She directed him to his seat. “Have a nice flight, sir.”
“Thank you.”
She made a mental note as to what Tarek Nazari’s seat assignment was, then finished greeting the passengers, every face now captured and sent.
And hopefully identified by the time they reached American soil.
Then we take them down.