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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 875446" data-attributes="member: 98">Washington Dulles International AirportSometime Early AfternoonThe journey across the pond was less than exciting for Sgt. Ricardo Montoya.  The powers that be booked him on a commercial flight out of Heathrow Airport.  Luckily, his uniform and credentials got him a first class seat and for some reason – a pass on stowing his gear below decks.  A tail wind for a period of time over the Atlantic saw the plane set down twenty minutes before its scheduled arrival time.  All of this would have made the flight quite exceptional if it would have been for the old, bitter woman sitting next to him regaling the troubles of her life – and the headphones didn’t work.As the plane can to a complete stop and the debarkation started, Montoya grabbed his bags and started out of the plane.  Standing there on the corridor extension were two airmen next to an emergency door and a ladder down to the asphalt lot.“Sgt. Montoya,” the one asked, motioning toward the door.OOC: Montoya (Vardeman)</blockquote>