It was Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac at Lindbergh Field. Inside San Diego International Airport a high pitched beep sounded, signaling the use of the intercom. “Due to the poor visibility, the air traffic control had decided to delay flight 654 from San Diego to London”.
At this announcement, the waiting room erupted into a rumble of groans mixed. The once silent families, immersed in their own lives, had seemingly awoken in a burst of discussion and indecipherable noises. One woman had completely forgotten about entertaining the young boy accompanying her, and quickly turned to her husband and became quickly consumed in a fast-spoken and intense conversation. On the opposite side of the room, A middle aged man, dressed in a charcoal grey suit, was engaged in a thundering argument with an attendant working at the airport. The apologetic, powerless employee was doing a poor job at deflecting the insults slung his was by the man in the suit, and was displayed by his wavering voice and the timid expression that was frozen on his face.
“It’s amazing how quickly the demeanor of so many people can change so rapidly over just a few words” John said as he watched the grainy feed over his small television set placed on his desk. His radio began to emit the crinkly sound of static, followed by a deep voice. John gathered his radio, gun, and San Diego Airport badge, strolled to the other side of his meager office, opened the beat up door and strolled down one of the long hallways of San Diego International Airport.
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