I would very much like to join the next flight. I have a male TSA air-marshall type character who I think is fun to play in this setting. Here is the basic sketch.
Name: John Sentry
Position: Air Marshall
Bio: John was the son of a Chicago cop. John was raised to want to get ahead in life, to be the best, and perhaps one day, he would be a prominent man in Chicago. But John's dad did even better than that, rising all the way to Police Superintendent. It was difficult living in his father's shadow. John was a very good cop, and well-respected within his field, but people who didn't know him assumed he only got his position in the police force through his father. Nothing could have been further from the truth. He hated his bastard of a father. He never wanted any of his help.
That all changed after he went undercover investigating a high-class brothel in the city. Being undercover was hard enough. But how it ended was worse. His cover was blown and, when the mob proprietors found out, his lover, his fiancee - one of the high class escorts - was killed in retaliation.
In one assignment he lost his faith, his love, and all of his former zest for life. He spent close to a week afterward engaging in one bad behavior after another - drugs, hookers, alcohol, things he had in the past always avoided. His life was spinning out of control. He even gave thoughts to ending it. That's when his father called.
"The plushest of all plush assignments," he had called it. "Being an Air Marshall is super-easy. You just sit there. Watch. But this is even better. You know those Erotic Airlines flights...." his dad had begun. At first he rejected, as he always had, his father's offer for help. But then he begun to think - if I have ever needed help, isn't it now?
Using his political connections, he assured John one of the very few spots as a traveling air marshall primarily responsible for overseeing the safety of the Erotic Airlines flights. His former experiences in Vice made him a perfect professional fit.
How bad could it be, he reasoned? It's a job with hot sluts around. It will give me time to think, clear my head, and figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life.
Of course, John's dad had other ideas. Many VIP's traveled on Erotic Airlines, and he was grooming his son for real power in the years to come. Making some friends - and seeing them in that situation - couldn't hurt him on his rise.
He has been on a handful of flights now with Erotic Airlines, mostly keeping to himself, avoiding the entertainment, and doing his best to learn the operations so that he is ready should anything happen.
(and here is an idea for a flight...)
John took his seat in First Class, near the cockpit, in the upstairs section of this Boeing 747. John liked the 747 - something about the small little upper deck appealed to him. He also hated the idea of flying planes made by non-Americans, though of course Boeing probably got most of its parts from all over the world anyway. No matter, at least the company was American.
This flight from New York to Dubai was very high profile, so he wore his Air Marshall uniform - important to show the flag. Erotic Airlines was a serious target for terrorists, what with its blatant displays of sex. He questioned the airline's decision to even begin flying anywhere in the Middle East. But, that was up to them, not him.
John had been working Erotic Airlines for only two weeks now, having taken a handful of flights, and so far, avoiding contact with the entertainment. He had been in plainclothes each time before, though he noticed some of the crew peering strangely at him on the previous flights, recognizing he was a repeat customer but one who did not appear to have taken advantage of any of the amenities.
The Brothel's location on the upper deck - separated from the Cabin only by a handful of First Class berths - concerned John greatly. Things could, he imagined, get rowdy in there. That made his seat in one of those First Class seats between the cockpit and the Brothel a good spot.
With the flight just boarding now, he had some time to wander before the Brothel even opened, so he strolled downstairs to the Bar, which was serving, and took a seat in the corner, figuring someone would eventually come by and he could order something. He was in no hurry to start drinking given that he was on duty. He figured the Bar would let him observe the customers before they took their seats and give him a read on who to keep a special eye on. Lots of Middle-Eastern men on this flight. John didn't believe profiling was foolproof - a granny really could have a bomb - so he was careful to watch everyone but, of course, certain passengers were simply more suspicious than others.
John planned a pre-flight drink (probably a Coke, but he hadn't decided yet) then a swing by the cockpit to visit the pilots before the flight departed.