This story is inspired by an article I read a few days ago. Hope this is an enjoyable read for you. :)
Coldham Fintan Noose III and his wife Frieda were waiting patiently for the boarding gate to open. Fin, as he was nicknamed, scanned the lounge. One man came to his attention. The guy was very fine clothed, but seemed nervous, walking up and down the corridor like a caged tiger. Sometimes the man stopped in front of the gate agent and asked in aggressive tones when boarding was commencing. There was a slight delay. Finally the call came for First and Business Class passengers to board. Fin and Frieda queued orderly, when Frieda was suddenly pushed and nearly fell. Fin's hard grip saved her. Frieda thought: "Uh, oh!" She was pregnant for the second time and knew how protective Fin was. His eyes had turned to blue slits, never a good sign. Frieda didn't like being pushed and thought the stranger was rude, but knew ignoring the behavior was better than causing a stir. The fellow passenger didn't even bother to apologize.She squeezed Fin's arm and smiled at him, communicating to let the issue drop. Fin's tense body relaxed under Frieda's touch and nodded in agreement and understanding. Both believed it was the last they had heard of the man. They were wrong. Fin and Frieda had paid for first row seats in the First Class and were settling down, when they heard the man again complaining that he had gotten the wrong seat and that he was entitled to the best on the plane. Saying to the flight attendant: "Do you know who I am?" Fin had the right answer: "A jerk!" He hadn't spoken out loud, though. Frieda rolled her eyes. She was originally from Colombia and had dark hair, a heart shaped face and brown eyes. Fin was the total opposite. He was tall, light ash blond and had blue grey eyes.
"I want to move to 1A!" The man was shouting. It was Frieda's seat. The flight attendant tried to calm the man and to explain why this wasn't possible. Somehow he managed to convince her to change places.
The flight attendant approached Fin and Frieda apologizing and asking them to move to row 3. They weren't too happy, but obliged.
This time around, though, Fin wouldn't let the man get off. He didn't tell Frieda about his plans. She wouldn't approve.
Frieda glanced at her husband. His face was unreadable. Frieda guessed he was already scheming about taking revenge. She sighed. No matter what Frieda was going to say about revenge and that it was senseless, she knew Fin was going to do what he thought was right. They had the discussion a couple of times. Frieda had given up.
The rest of the flight went uneventful. Fin and Frieda enjoyed the excellent food, the inflight entertainment and slept for a while.
Naturally at deboarding the "Do you know who I am?" guy had to be the first. Fin and Frieda saw him later at passport control, searching frantically for a form of identification. "Fin, do you have the man's passport?" Frieda asked sternly. "No, what makes you think that?" For a moment Frieda saw Fin's eyes gleam satisfied and a smile playing around his lips, then his facial features were blank. "What have you done with it?" Frieda was 100 % sure Fin had something to do with the passport vanishing. "Hidden it in the front pocket of his seat, together with his wallet." Frieda was amused.
Since the man didn't have any identification, he was escorted away by immigration officers.
Fin had watched where his fellow traveler kept his documents, cards and cash. When everyone was asleep and the flight attendants busy otherwise, he retrieved the wallet and passport from the man's jacket and hid them. Stealing wasn't a problem for Fin, who was a master burglar.
Coldham Fintan Noose III and his wife Frieda were waiting patiently for the boarding gate to open. Fin, as he was nicknamed, scanned the lounge. One man came to his attention. The guy was very fine clothed, but seemed nervous, walking up and down the corridor like a caged tiger. Sometimes the man stopped in front of the gate agent and asked in aggressive tones when boarding was commencing. There was a slight delay. Finally the call came for First and Business Class passengers to board. Fin and Frieda queued orderly, when Frieda was suddenly pushed and nearly fell. Fin's hard grip saved her. Frieda thought: "Uh, oh!" She was pregnant for the second time and knew how protective Fin was. His eyes had turned to blue slits, never a good sign. Frieda didn't like being pushed and thought the stranger was rude, but knew ignoring the behavior was better than causing a stir. The fellow passenger didn't even bother to apologize.She squeezed Fin's arm and smiled at him, communicating to let the issue drop. Fin's tense body relaxed under Frieda's touch and nodded in agreement and understanding. Both believed it was the last they had heard of the man. They were wrong. Fin and Frieda had paid for first row seats in the First Class and were settling down, when they heard the man again complaining that he had gotten the wrong seat and that he was entitled to the best on the plane. Saying to the flight attendant: "Do you know who I am?" Fin had the right answer: "A jerk!" He hadn't spoken out loud, though. Frieda rolled her eyes. She was originally from Colombia and had dark hair, a heart shaped face and brown eyes. Fin was the total opposite. He was tall, light ash blond and had blue grey eyes.
"I want to move to 1A!" The man was shouting. It was Frieda's seat. The flight attendant tried to calm the man and to explain why this wasn't possible. Somehow he managed to convince her to change places.
The flight attendant approached Fin and Frieda apologizing and asking them to move to row 3. They weren't too happy, but obliged.
This time around, though, Fin wouldn't let the man get off. He didn't tell Frieda about his plans. She wouldn't approve.
Frieda glanced at her husband. His face was unreadable. Frieda guessed he was already scheming about taking revenge. She sighed. No matter what Frieda was going to say about revenge and that it was senseless, she knew Fin was going to do what he thought was right. They had the discussion a couple of times. Frieda had given up.
The rest of the flight went uneventful. Fin and Frieda enjoyed the excellent food, the inflight entertainment and slept for a while.
Naturally at deboarding the "Do you know who I am?" guy had to be the first. Fin and Frieda saw him later at passport control, searching frantically for a form of identification. "Fin, do you have the man's passport?" Frieda asked sternly. "No, what makes you think that?" For a moment Frieda saw Fin's eyes gleam satisfied and a smile playing around his lips, then his facial features were blank. "What have you done with it?" Frieda was 100 % sure Fin had something to do with the passport vanishing. "Hidden it in the front pocket of his seat, together with his wallet." Frieda was amused.
Since the man didn't have any identification, he was escorted away by immigration officers.
Fin had watched where his fellow traveler kept his documents, cards and cash. When everyone was asleep and the flight attendants busy otherwise, he retrieved the wallet and passport from the man's jacket and hid them. Stealing wasn't a problem for Fin, who was a master burglar.
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