Out of instinct, Kevi turns to Nemo, with hands held up to the sky.
"What's happening?" she shows him the words by lips.
"I said down! On your knees!"
One police gets closer to seize her shoulder, then kicks at her knees to force her kneel down. The crowd begin to back away with several scream around the people.
"Go check the box." the police calls his partner. He ties Kevi's hands with a handcuff on her back.
"You don't wanna to do that," Nemo steps up, "Hey, we are following the procedure."
He shows the police his agent ID.
"Sir, please stand by side," the police makes no compromise, "As the book says we must check anything causes the red alarm."
"U.S.S.A has the exceptional, " Nemo insists, "Your book must told you to cooperate with the higher rank institution. Don't mess up with my person, and don't mess up with yourself."
"I'm doing my job, sir. Accuse me if you want," the police says with no place for discuss, "Stand by side, sir. I'm not gonna ask again."
"Right, right," Nemo sneers, stops arguing "Call your supervisor here to see me."
"No, sir. I don't think you need that thing."
Kevi can't help opening her mouth wide: as Nemo picks cellphone, the police grabs his wrist and throws it on the ground. Extreme rage and humiliation strikes his nerves, Nemo clenches the fists and almost gives out the punch. But within a second he pacifies himself, as if he realizes something. Nemo moves back a step, watches the police checking the box inside, and picking everything out one by one.
"Call the security member," the police says to the radio, "Block all the entrance and exits. She could have partners inside."
"Miss, you are under arrest," the other police claims, "Based on the Airport Security Discipline we are gonna detain you until you prove anything that may contribute to your innocence; based on the Confederal Anti-terrorism Act we have the right to take any proper procedures to respond the threat you cause, and that could be lethal."
He hauls Kevi up and move across the crowd. Kevi turns her head back, but only sees nemo being guarded by a group of security member. As their distance drifts away, Kevi feels a wave of sickness rolling inside her stomach. They are separated......she's alone again.
"Where do you take me to?"
Nobody answers. The police just drags her body ahead. Along the way Kevi could see more and more police in uniform like them passing by, with auto-weapon on guard.
"We have suspect gunner inside the airport," the police besides her says to the radio, with a glance at her, "Asian female, brown hair, purpul hoodie, approx 1.67 meters height."
"It's not me......" Kevi shouts as she watches around, "Hey! I didn't do this! You know it!"
People around her are staring at her. What are those sight stand for? Pity, fear, or anger? Will they gain any confidence about the official, for capturing the terrorist under their nose? Or be more disappointed, because the official can't even check the terrorists before she enters inside?
No......don't think about that! Stop thinking about others!
It's not over yet, Kevi......Focus your mind, focus on the situation right now......
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Where am I? Gate K7, Gate K8......The opposite way from the gate she was about to move.
Kevi glimpse at the windows. The giant control tower twinkles amidst the heavy snow, and the workers on path are clearing the snow for landing. She takes another eye shot on the guiding map at her right hand wall.
So they're walkng towards east, where the warehouse and luggage transfer station lies over there.......
"We're going to the police station......right?" Kevi asks in whisper, "I guess we should move......north?"
"Just shut up and follow." the police replies.
They're lying! She must figure out a way to break away from their control! But her hands are tied on her back, and they have freaking sub-machineguns.......
"Would you......would you spare me one minute?" Kevi trie to request, "Please, may I go pee for a second?"
She watches the wash-room aside.
"You can guard me there if you need......" she says again, act in a pitiful appearance, "Please~I can't hold it."
The two police peeps at her in comtempt.
"Save your energy," one police says, "You are gonna pee on your pant when you see my unique means against some cunning terrorists like you."
They keep dragging her forward until reach an elevator by the corner of the waiting room. To Kevi's horror, the place they are standing is a blind spot. No cameras around, no employees pass by.
"Get in."
Before Kevi could react, she feels a strong punch right on her head, knocks her down inside elevator.
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Where am i......
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I can't move......can't move a finger......
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Warm liquid flows along her forehead, like a worm crawling beneath her skin, makes her itch. Kevi lifts her heavy eyelids up, searching around with her pointless sight.
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Dim light here. Can't see through the details......
She tries to make noises, but then realizes her mouth has been sticked with a tape, and only mumble sound comes out. The heat effuses from her skin, with her every layer of cloth immersed in her sweat. She struggles to head up and raise her body, but a solid shell blocks her.
What the heck......she's thrown into a suitcase!
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"Put all the luggage on board," the voice from the police says, "Then our job is done."
"What about the agent there?" another police asks, "You know.....the U.S.S.A agent with her? Are you gonna deal with him, right?"
A moment silence.
"I have more powerful allies in the agency," a female-like, but rather hoarse and raspy voice comes from outside, "You will be harbored as I promised. She will be disappeared in the air and no one is gonna track your tails."
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Take a deep breath, Kevi curls her body up, let her tied hands slide slowly across her feet, then taps the secret device under her shoes twice to release the blade. She targets at the connected zipper around the suitcase, use the blade to pierce it, inches by inches......
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Damn it! One more step......
She feels her body being lifted up, throwing to a moving vehicle.
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Try harder, Kevi! Try harder!
Don't give it up!
She manipulates all her muscles, stabs the blade through the zipper, and incise it up from the right to the left......
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Bang.
The trailer driver stops the vehicle, watches Kevi pushes the shell up and drills from the suitcase in shock.
"Where is the police?" Kevi stares at him, asks in breathless, "Where are the people talking to you just before?"
By the gate of the elevator, the two police stands by, waiting for their turn to going up.
"What statement should we make?" one says in tension, "I mean......they are gonna find it sooner or later."
"Just say she's missing," the other one comforts him, also to himself, "Perhaps broke the handcuff, hiddes in the air pipe......doesn't matter, the Comrade will cover us."
As they're talking, the elevator moves downstairs and opens the gate.
"Let's go then." one police says.
Just as he turns around by accident, he saw a shadow from the corner is moving fast against them.
What the fuck?
It's Kevi, with blood on her face and rage in her eyes, she jumps in the air and kicks at his rib with the blade under her shoes, stamps him back to the elevator.
The other police raises his weapon in a haste, but he's too slow. Kevi drags the pistol from the holster, shields herself with her victim's body, and shoot at him without aimming.
Bang! Bang!
Two bullets penetrate his nose and heart, the police backs a step and slumps on the floor.
Kevi stands up again, clicks the device to hide the blade. She walks by their bodies, tears their uniform away.
"Boris Romanski," she talks inwardly, "And Victor Rezov......"
What......Russian again. This time with no accent too.
She picks the key and unlock the handcuff off.
But that woman......that one talks to them, with alleged "powerful allies" in the agency, who's she?
Could it be her bluff? Could it be......even worse?
Kevi adjusts her breath a while, puts the pistol in pocket and hides the bodies inside a small storage.