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03/04/2004: ""We have a code red in the hospitality suite. Bring biscuits and handfucks.""
At Holborn tube station this morning I heard a coded message was broadcast over the P.A: "Will Inspector Sands please come to the operations room.". It was a recording of a clipped English voice and was played often enough to be taken seriously.
Though I knew it was a warning, I couldn't remember what it was a warning about. Had a fire been spotted? A suspect package? Was poison gas pouring from the ventilation system?
I was in danger and had to act quickly and logically. No-one else had seemed to have noticed the warning. The station's exits would have been clear. There was one way to guarantee my safety: I walked briskly to a platform, hopped on a waiting train and got the hell outta Dodge.
Survival - it's all about timing.
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