I was digging through my writings and came across this story I was working on a few years back. I gave up on the story after awhile so it isn’t anywhere near finished, but it might be an interesting read. I think eventually I will use the Jason Red/DJ Redrock character again.
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Below is an excerpt. The entire (unfinished) story is here if you want to read it.

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…Jason nodded at the stewardess and brushed past her, well aware that he could have easily missed his plane. Ticket in hand he quickly located row 16 and dropped down into seat “B” next to a heavyset woman gazing out the window. Quickly he dug in his seat for the seatbelt and buckled it. The woman looked over at him, did not return his “Hello”, but simply blinked, paused and then looked back out the window. Thirty seconds since he had sat down and already Jason was feeling uncomfortable. The stewardesses were coming down the aisle checking the overhead bins. One leaned over Jason and gestured to his backpack. “Sir, that bag will have to go above your head or under the seat in front of you”