What’s the Time Mr…

“Jeez this is weird.” A man sits by two screens, one GPS and flight data, and the other a pilot camera view. “About five minutes to go.” He’d simulated it tens of time but this was for real. A small man, Mr… paced the room; it was out of his hands now.

The first plane hit and later the second both off centre and near as dam it the right empty floors. Everything kicked off. They could hear the relays from the fire and police departments from several small speakers; they were all responding to plan. Blocks were cordoned off, people were getting out, and firemen were going up to stem the fire. The mood was quite relaxed, all they had to do was wait till it was Jackie’s turn and that could be hours. Then suddenly, “What the fuck, it’s coming down!” Just as planned but way too early the South tower was collapsing.

“Jeez you mother fucking SOB you…” The little man glared at Jackie.

“That’s not me, I haven’t even armed the thing yet. It can’t be!”

“Well it is. What the hell’s gone wrong?””

“I can’t believe it! The fire might blow some thermite but not the whole sequence; it wouldn’t do that. All the fuses are the other side of the building. No something’s triggered the whole sequence.”

Sometime later the North tower went down and the men were none the wiser.

Even to this day no one knows what stray radio signal brought the towers down; it could have been anybody, a kid playing with a remote controlled car. Turn it left and boom, a plan turns to tragedy.