WAS SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT THAT MAP, HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?” He began screaming and pacing back and forth. Tim asked him to explain calmly. “The sim, even when we did it for real, we were flying a plane through New York City, right?” “Right.” Tim replied. “The Twin Towers are in New York City, right?” “Good so far.” “So if they weren’t on that map, and we flew two REAL planes into that area, then…” “WE did that.” Tim interjected. “Someone is trying to set us up. Did that guy even really work for Boeing? What have we done?”
The pair take 10 minutes to settle on a plan, the long and the short of which was to run away. The fact that Steve told them explicitly not to leave the trailer only spooked them further. After grabbing a few items and relieving themselves (that amount of adrenaline gets the bowels moving, doesn’t it?) they bolt out the door. They never see the footage of the first tower collapsing. They loaded their things into the company truck; the only one at their disposal… and they began to drive.
At 9:59am, the North Tower of the World Trade Center collapsed into its own footprint with many of the characteristics of a controlled demolition. Somewhere in Langley, Virginia, a man watching a television picked up a phone. He dialed a number. When the other end picked up, he said, simply, “It is done. Begin the cleanup operation.” Moments later, the recipient of that order picked up a radio.
“Exalta 2, this is Exalta actual, do you copy?” “Affirmative” was the response.
“You are go for weapons release on target Alpha 1, authorization Tango, 7, X-Ray, 4, 9-er, Echo.” “Authorization confirmed. Preparing for weapons release.”
“Godspeed.”
At an altitude of 46,000 feet and a speed of 950 MPH, Exalta 2 confirmed weapons away. Shanksville was located exactly 80 miles southeast of Pittsburgh, the exact maximum range of the AGM-154. At that range, it takes 4 ½ minutes for the winged bombs to glide to Earth. At 10:03:11, the trailer that had been both home and workplace to Timothy Wilson and Thomas Sanders was instantly incinerated, leaving behind nothing larger than a BB and no trace of a trailer, satellite dishes, a diesel generator, or Tom’s DVD player, which he had forgotten to take with him.
“Confirmed, target is eliminated. Returning to base.” was the call over the radio. “Roger that, see you at home.”
Moments later, a voice breaks in over the radio, “Exalta 2, CORRIGENDUM. I repeat, CORRIGENDUM. Remain on station and await further instructions.”
“Roger that, holding on station.”
The lo-jack in the truck was broadcasting the exact position of Tim and Tom back to Steve, if that was his real name. Steve knew he was dead if all of the loose ends weren’t cleaned up. He knew that before long, the pair would ditch their phones and maybe even their IDs and switch to a different vehicle that they couldn’t track. That wouldn’t do at all, would it?
“Exalta 2, this is Exalta actual, come in.” “Go for Exalta 2. Be advised that I am approaching bingo fuel.” “Roger that, Exalta 2. Prepare to receive new tasking. Your target is mobile, but is lo-jacked. Confirm receipt of target data, over.” “Receipt is confirmed. Inbound to target, time on target 15 seconds.”
Tim and Tom had the radio tuned the news station and had heard that one of the towers had collapsed. Tom continued to try to reach his mother…someone…anyone… to tell them everything that had