I was sitting in the back row of the plane as it taxied into position. A passenger walked down the aisle and spoke at the air-stewardess about how the guy seated next to him was an agent, how he'd seen the gun in his pocket.
The stewardess tried to get him back to his seat, but he got more agitated until I stood up. The guy looked me over, saw the hint of my gun at my waist, and calmed down, mouthing "Air Marshal!" at me.
I wasn't, but at least where one was so I could shoot him first.
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