When Time Was Page 8
by BobA. Troutt
***
We were preparing for the worst at the control tower. There had been no more calls from the bomber, and the FBI had only narrowed the traced phone calls down to 18 possible cities. The search of employee’s files had turned up nothing. There was not enough time, and too many files. We were out of time. This bombing had been well planned with precise timing. We had no room for error. The main goal now was to get the plane on the ground and get the people off without incidence.
The air traffic controller yelled across the room to me, “The airport is now evacuated.”
What is it going to take to flush him out? I thought to myself.
