"I'm sorry sir you can't bring this with you," said the airport security at the check in, "it's a weapon and it's not allowed in the premise of the terminal.". Draphus sighed in frustration, he'd been held in customs for an hour being questioned about his equipment and why he had them, 'I'm going to the Olympics to represent Hungery' he kept telling them despite the skepticism, they ordered him over and over again to call an official or the Olympic committee or to just show his documentation, he did everything he was told but around half way through he heard the most sickening noise ever.
"Final call to gate number 63 to Colorado." at that moment he slumped in his seat, feeling defeated by the system that was meant to make him feel safe, from that point on he stopped caring about his gear and just wanted to leave and got on a plane to America. After another half an hour of arguing the agreed on sending his gear back to Hungery and he would go on a plane to the united states, it opined him to see his gear being packed up but it would pain more if had missed the Olympics. 
He was boarded and sat down in his economy seet, flicking through the movies available, 'crap, crap, shit, seen it', turning off his display he rested his head on the seat and stared at the ceiling bored, turning to his right, he saw that the girl next to him was reading, 'why not' he thought to himself as he got into a better position to read...
He woke up to a loud boom in the back of the plane and the sudden rush of air in the cabin, snapping his head 180 to look behind him his heart sank into his stomach, the back of the plane was gone and the hole was consuming the rest of the plane row by row, creeping towards him, then everything went black.