It was 1:45 a.m. at the almost deserted Houston Intercontinental Airport. Inside the terminal, Stanley Hubbard, 34, was routinely checking in a dozen sleepy-eyed passengers for an Eastern Airlines flight to Atlanta. Suddenly the four men at the end of the line snapped menacingly to life. They rushed past Hubbard toward the entrance of the 727 jet. Instinctively Hubbard pursued them. Five shots rang out, and Hubbard slumped to the floor dead, clutching the raincoat that he had grabbed from one of his assailants. Beneath the plane, an Eastern refueler, Wyatt Wilkinson,...
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