R2 SE7: The Streets of Prague

((WIP))

Aaaaand here we go...

No sooner had the woman finished the announcement did a passenger rise to his feet and begin shouting.

"P...Prague?! You're forcing us to stop in that godforsaken danger zone?!"

Stay calm... the flight attendant told herself. He's afraid...they all are. He's just happens to be the type that tries to mask his fear with anger. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, but we don't have any other choice. Prague Ruzyne is the only airport large enough for us to land and refuel that also has room for us to do so at the moment."

"But how the hell did we run out of fuel before we even reached the half-way point?! Don't you people check that kind of thing before takeoff so disasters like this don't happen?!"

Of course they checked the fuel levels...And the only explanations she and the rest of the crew could think of for the vanishing fuel brought up the fears of sabotage and terrorism. Obviously, they couldn't tell the passengers that without causing a major panic. An investigation would be in order once they reached Reykjavik. Until then, perhaps a little white lie was in order, just to soothe their nerves. "It seems...perhaps we made a miscalculation."

The man's face went beet red, and he began sputtering. "Mah-Mih-M-M...MISCALCULATION!!?! WE'RE GOING TO BE TORN TO SHREDS BY MONSTERS OVER A MISCALCULATION?!?!"

A younger, clean-cut man in a suit now stood up and faced down the angry passenger. "Look, man, we're all just as scared as you are. But I, for one, would rather we land, refuel, and go on our merry way than have to turn back...or run completely empty over the North Sea. I don't know about you, but I'd take that IFPE recruitment tournament over trying to swim in the open ocean any day, and twice on Sundays."

For a few seconds the man just continued to sputter, but the words of the younger one seemed to pacify him just enough. The redness faded from his face, and he returned to his seat. The other ten or so passengers breathed a collective sigh of relief along with the flight attendant.

Good, no riots...

The younger man also returned to his seat, and the flight attendant cleared her throat. "...We will be landing shortly. The stop shouldn't take long, so we advise that, unless you need something that we don't offer in-flight, you remain on the plane. Again, we are very sorry and thank you in advance for your patience."

She scanned the passengers to gauge their reactions. Most were typical--fear, anxiety, ire, and the like--but one passenger seemed oddly calm. Almost happy that they were going to be landing early. Once again a feeling of suspicion came over her. There was definitely something fishy about that little girl...

Earlier, back in Sophia, the girl had caught her attention by being so adorable; Short brown hair that fell in wisps and curls around a round face with rosy cheeks and large, innocent green eyes. With her little white dress and pink child-size suitcase, it was all she could do to refrain from going to give the girl a hug. Of course she'd been concerned when the child took a seat by herself and seemed to be completely alone on the flight, so she went over to check her ticket first.

The little dear had handed the ticket over with a polite "Here you go, ma'am."