Why I Hate Safety Meetings

Trapped

I just hate safety meetings. Every single week there is another problem with how we do our job, or a safety regulation that has to be made, plus, the coffee in the meeting room is never hot. I guess that is the norm for a baggage handler. I find that in my six months of working here at O’Hare Airport, I still cannot figure out why we have to be so safe. That is why I am going to skip today's safety meeting about using our emergency radios. Elvan, one of my loading buddies, is the only one I told my scheme to. I told him that I could load the last plane before the safety meeting, and then when everybody left to go to the meeting, I could stay behind. It’ll be a simple scheme that will start in about twenty-five minutes.
The plan is

I cannot wedge the doors open enough to climb through them, so I record my message, send off the emergency beacon on my radio even though there is no signal, tie it to the reflective strip that I tore off from around my safety vest, and lower the radio through the crack in the floor where all I could see is the front tires, rolling over the

I am in the underbelly of a Boeing 777 about to take off. Tell the control tower to stop the plane. I am in the front cargo bay.” I hear a crackle, or maybe the sound of a wheel rolling over loose pebbles, but then I hear the best sound ever. Elvan’s voice was responding. I can’t make it all out, but it sounds like Elvan can hear my voice loud and clear, and he is going to help. I then start to panic, for the plane’s speed is changing. Was Elvan too slow? Is the airplane about to take off? The plane shakes, I get thrown into the front of the wheel well, and I hear the loudest, highest squeal I have ever heard, and then everything is still. I hear no engines, no wheels rolling over tarmac, and no thumps of luggage shifting next to me. Everything is so calm, I faint.
I wake up in a plain white room, laying on a table draped with sheets and blankets, with a pillow supporting my head. A young man who I think I recognize walks in. When he realizes my eyes are open, he reaches to his belt, where he pulls out a radio, and tells whoever is on the other end that I am awake. Two more men walk in, one being Elvan, and another wearing a name tag with Dr. Grange on it. Elvan walked up to