05-06-2014, 07:21 PM
Reed was standing at a newsstand flipping through magazine app's on her Wallet when the first explosion rattled the souvenir shot glasses on the shelf next to her head. There was a collective gasp of breath that hushed all chatter around her - airports were incessantly noisy - that made the second boom all the more ominous.
She looked down at her Wallet screen. The magazine app on view was a screenshot of interior pages about island fishing expeditions.
Someone bumped into her as they ran by. Reed frowned, flicked at her sleeve, but didn't look up.
Gunfire popped in the distance. She wagered the caliber and type of firearm with herself and swiped to the next page. It was a picture of a woman in a hammock.
Another explosion. This time from the opposite direction as the first two. More gunfire. The pounding of a mob's worth of feet rattled down the terminal, likely to bottle-neck at the gate doors and emergency exits, where people could get out of the building.
Reed swiped to the third page. It was a movie of a riding down the beach on a horse. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what that would be like, having never actually partaken in that particular activity before. Seemed nice enough.
She closed the app. Everyone in the terminal had long since vacated. Static hovered on the speakers at one of the gates. Someone must have bumped the sound board in their flight. Most importantly, the hall was absolutely still, except for her.
She pulled up the connection to Trano. He was suppose to be at a bar in the adjacent terminal, and.. sure enough, there he was, blinking away on screen inside a TGI-Fridays.
With the place to herself, she strolled to the gate and rummaged around the boarding station. With a small fire extinguisher, and a satisfying crack, she busted open the glass panel of an emergency hatch and retrieved an ax. It looked like something that'd come in handy.
Ax rested on one shoulder, she one-handed tapped out a message to Trano. "Stay there. ETA..," she out the window, gauging the distance between her and the adjacent terminal. Probably two hundred yards? "forty-five seconds." She was a fast sprinter, but it was best to add on the few seconds it'd take to hop out the edge of an open-ended jet bridge.
***
Forty-nine seconds later, Reed strolled up to the TGI Fridays, ax in one hand and a pistol at the ready in the other. The ax had a slick of blood on the blade. A badge with the picture of a man named "Ramon" hung on her jean's pocket.
When she rounded into the bar, the first three people she saw jumped back like she were there to slaughter them all. Reed simply took stock of the situation, and frowned at the civilians' fright.
Of course, Trano was man-in-charge of a ragtag gaggle of travelers, his very own little army of uselessness, but he'd stayed put, at least. She went to stand alongside him. "Good boy. I'll give you a treat, later."
She looked down at her Wallet screen. The magazine app on view was a screenshot of interior pages about island fishing expeditions.
Someone bumped into her as they ran by. Reed frowned, flicked at her sleeve, but didn't look up.
Gunfire popped in the distance. She wagered the caliber and type of firearm with herself and swiped to the next page. It was a picture of a woman in a hammock.
Another explosion. This time from the opposite direction as the first two. More gunfire. The pounding of a mob's worth of feet rattled down the terminal, likely to bottle-neck at the gate doors and emergency exits, where people could get out of the building.
Reed swiped to the third page. It was a movie of a riding down the beach on a horse. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what that would be like, having never actually partaken in that particular activity before. Seemed nice enough.
She closed the app. Everyone in the terminal had long since vacated. Static hovered on the speakers at one of the gates. Someone must have bumped the sound board in their flight. Most importantly, the hall was absolutely still, except for her.
She pulled up the connection to Trano. He was suppose to be at a bar in the adjacent terminal, and.. sure enough, there he was, blinking away on screen inside a TGI-Fridays.
With the place to herself, she strolled to the gate and rummaged around the boarding station. With a small fire extinguisher, and a satisfying crack, she busted open the glass panel of an emergency hatch and retrieved an ax. It looked like something that'd come in handy.
Ax rested on one shoulder, she one-handed tapped out a message to Trano. "Stay there. ETA..," she out the window, gauging the distance between her and the adjacent terminal. Probably two hundred yards? "forty-five seconds." She was a fast sprinter, but it was best to add on the few seconds it'd take to hop out the edge of an open-ended jet bridge.
***
Forty-nine seconds later, Reed strolled up to the TGI Fridays, ax in one hand and a pistol at the ready in the other. The ax had a slick of blood on the blade. A badge with the picture of a man named "Ramon" hung on her jean's pocket.
When she rounded into the bar, the first three people she saw jumped back like she were there to slaughter them all. Reed simply took stock of the situation, and frowned at the civilians' fright.
Of course, Trano was man-in-charge of a ragtag gaggle of travelers, his very own little army of uselessness, but he'd stayed put, at least. She went to stand alongside him. "Good boy. I'll give you a treat, later."