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Prelude / 8:07 AM |
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8:39 AM |
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Prelude / 8:07 AM |
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8:39 AM |
8:45 AM
Michaelangelo reclined on the sofa in April O’Neil and Casey Jones’ two-bedroom apartment, sipping some Snapple Apple as Casey’s young daughter, Shadow, proceeded to channel-surf on the television set worse than Raphael. Absently, he glanced at the television screen as she clicked through, finally stopping on a channel.
On the screen, some kind of projectile seemed to quickly ram into what appeared to be one of the World Trade Center towers. Smoke, debris, and fire billowed out from the impact point.
"Cripes! What is this, sweetie, Die Hard IV?" Mike shook his head at the little girl. "Ah-ah-ah. C’mon, Shadow... you know April and Casey wouldn’t like you watching that kind of movie." He felt a bit guilty at being the prude — after all, it was only last week he let her watch The Matrix as a treat, complete with popcorn and Gummi Bears.
Shadow grimaced. "You’re no fun anymore, Uncle Mikey." With a grunt, she began to change the channels up, beginning with 3, and then 4, and then 5.
Die Hard IV, at 8:30 in the morning? And have they even made Die Hard IV yet? Stranger things have happened, but... oh. Channel 2?
"Wait... wait just a moment," Mike began. He felt something unsettling in his stomach, and he was fairly confident it wasn’t just his breakfast. "That... that was CBS."
"That wasn’t a movie?" Shadow shook her head. "Now you’re messing with me, Mikey. Just lemme watch TV, okay?"
"Turn it back, please, sweetie."
A lone reporter, frantic, appeared on a hillside, the cityscape of Manhattan sprawled out behind him. Smoke continued to billow out of the building Mike had seen struck several seconds earlier before the screen flashed back to the earlier scene of the object hitting the building. It seemed more clearly defined as the shot went in slow-motion this time.
Good lord... that’s a plane!
" — once again, this reporter still can’t believe what he’s seeing, but as we await official confirmation, we’ve apparently just seen in front of us appears to be passenger jet American Airlines Flight 11 out of Boston... crashing into the north tower of the World Trade Center."
Michaelangelo’s eyes widened with disbelief. "Oh my god..."
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