“Oh, shit.”

The plane was completely off course. “United 93, come in,” Ted yelled into his headset. “United 93?”

“They’ve been hijacked, Ted,” Flight Commander Heath held his shoulder. “Fourteen people have managed to call from the plane.”

“But they’re not even heading anywhere. They’re just crashing!”

“What?” Heath leaned in and put his nose right up to the flashing lights. The whole room was filled with noise. Four planes were hijacked and seemed to be heading on a bee-line to New York City.

“United 93, this is Base.” Heath had grabbed the headset and was screaming into it. “Land the plane and let the people go.”

A crackled voice came from the other end. “This plane belongs to us. They will die and we will be rewarded.”

Heath threw the headset on the floor. “Sick people. How can anyone do that to innocent people?”

Then, the lights started manically flashing. It was flying less than 200m from the ground. “God save them,” Ted whispered. And then a long beep issued like a hospital monitor.