Rachel stealthily crept past the TSA guards, who were distracted by several Middle Eastern women raising a ruckus about being profiled as Al Qaeda terrorists. The conflict soon escalated to a full blown brawl. She chuckled to herself.

"Even more suckers."

Rachel non-chalantly eased herself back into the flow of the crowd, losing herself in the sea of people within the LAX terminal. Swiping an unsuspecting passenger's Delta Airlines ticket out of his back pocket, she hurried toward the gate, where a Delta Airlines Boeing 777-200LR awaited. And Rachel also waited for her next pre-emptive strike.

The Boeing 777 seemed to taxi on in what seemed like forever, as the large twinjet was transferred to one of two runways clear on the other side of the airport. Rachel sighed. She sat up with a jerk when she realized that the tek-9 was still in the backpack she had with her. "At least no one caught me", she thought. And with that, she pulled out her book of dark poetry tuned in and tuned out with her Zune player and began reading. The Zune player, on the other hand, thought otherwise, as Rachel had forgotten to charge it when she left home. It died. Rachel sighed again and pulled out the ear buds. The Boeing 777 gracefully lifted into the air, bound for Detroit. She was soon lulled to sleep by the soothing sound and synchronized hum of the 2 General Electric GE-90's powering the world's largest twinjet through the skies.

5 Hours Later:

Rachel awoke with a start as the 777 touched down with a hard jolt and swerved hard to the left. Startled shouts echoed throughout the cabin, but the pilot was able to quickly get the aircraft back under control. The plane decelerated quickly and soon turned off the runway, heading for the McNamara Terminal.

"And once again, thank you for flying Delta Airlines" The captain was finishing his usual rhetoric. Once the Boeing came to a complete halt, and the doors were opened, Rachel jumped up and quickly exited the aircraft. Walking up to a McDonald's, she paid for a meal with the money she had robbed from BofA back in Long Beach. Exiting the McNamara Terminal, she spied a Detroit City Taxi. She jumped in, handed the Muslim cabbie her fare, and she took off.

"Where to, where you want to go?" The cabbie sneered rudely in his broken Pakistani English. Rachel replied "Take me anywhere, just anywhere." Soon, they were riding around the dark mean streets of Detroit. Rachel already didn't like this cabbie guy, because through the entire ride, he kept referring to her as a "Filthy infidel". They pulled up to a red light. The Arab was still yapping. With a smirk on her face, Rachel pulled out the Tek 9 and shot him in the back of the head. The Muslim slumped over, dead. She took the fare, along with the money he had made during his earlier runs, and pocketed it. She then dumped his body in the alley, and drove off, laughing to herself. As rachel was driving off, she thought to herself,

"And The Chaos Has Begun".