Back to the waiting-room. After replacing her cloth with a cleaner suit, Kevi cleans up the blood on her face, covers her scars with gloves on the wrist which tied by a handcuff, and takes a protective goggles on. Now she is able to show herself in the public.

The first problem is that gunshot. Nearly one third of the entire aiport must have heard that, as she estimates. They might find those bodies soon as they see the blood there, and quickly relate it to the "suspect gunner". Luckily they may search the warehouse first, inquire the trailer driver since he was the only one witness there. The process will take no longer than 10 minutes.

On the othrside of the airport, the rest of the police must evacuate the remain passengers because the gunshot has stired a fierce turbulance among the people. Within 10 minutes if it goes well, she must get there and blend herself in the crowd and leave the airport.

Achtung, achtung. This is airport emergency cast. We have found highly-suspected firearm attack. All personnel must leave the building through the nearest path immediately. This is not a drill. I repeat, all personnel must leave the building......

"Did you hear that, bro?" a black teenager tells his friend, "Some terrorists sneak in the airport!"

"What the hell?" his friend replies in extreme tension, "But they just captured someone before......isn't it? Is there more?"

Lots of questions and complaints like that are surrounding Kevi, as she walks forward to the crowded passengers. Such a weird feeling to hear others talking about a criminal which actually refers to her, the girl walking with them, Kevi gives out a wry smile. A thought flashes in her mind like: what if she is the terrorist? What if she really want to create huge damage among the innocent people? No wonder the civilians here trust the governent no more.

What if they know, we have a double agent inside our U.S.S.A?

Feeling a bit itchy on head, Kevi stands there by shock. She puts her hand in her hat, and find her wound is still bleeding, with few blood dropping down through her fingers. She lowers head, wipes the blood away, and walks to a kiosk, gets several tissues to cover the wound.

Suddenly, some phone ring calls near by. Kevi stuns, but soon spots the source: it's a public phone, right beside the kiosk.

"Luna, is that you?" as Kevi picks the phone comes a familiar voice, "God......I thought I lost you, girl."

"Nemo......" no other voice could serve as an adrenalin dose to her now, "Supervisor? Where are you?"

"Watching you right now," Nemo says, "Precisely, through the camera."

Kevi sharply turns her head.

"You're in the control room?"

"They won't make things too difficult for me. I found an excuse to get to the control room, tell them I need to know the situation happens right now, in the name of Level VI authority. Talk about that later, but tell me what happened to you? What did they just do to you?"

"I might be sent to like Siberia just before......They knocked me down, put me inside a suitcase, like they're gonna package me to somewhere."

"Can you identify them?"

"Guess what," Kevi sneers, "Russian, again. This time with a bonus."

"Bonus?"

"A woman, could be their boss, said the U.S.S.A will harbor them, because she knows some high ranked bastard......"

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"Are you sure about that?"

"I was faint at that moment, but not lost my conscious yet."

"Did you see her?" Nemo asks, "Or see any feature noticeable?"

"I was in the suitcase......" it's the first time to sense the tension from him, which makes Kevi nervous too, "Ehhh......I guess she has some ache in the throat, her voice was like rubbing the sand papers......."

A long silence from the opposite.

"Bagira," he whispers, "Must be her."

"The one on the photo......"

"That's her voice. Her vocal cord was severely destroyed by torture." Nemo speaks in fast, "Luna, we must rendezvous together. Can you get to the airport metro, about 300 meters close to the exit?"

"Yeah......"

"You must get there. Bagira is a highly respected person among many people with eastern background, some zealots will do everything she orders like a fucking cult. Do not underestimate the danger you are facing now!"

"OK, OK......"

Last time Kevi heard the warning in such level is about Helen Fox, she mocked that and got beaten down and almost killed. She dares not to risk the second time.

"Get a cellphone," Nemo says, "And do not dress like a cleaner. You know how I locate you in the camera? Find other disguise commonly."

Kevi puts down the phone, watches back around. Exactly, she is the only cleaner, even the only staff along the way.

She comes into a wash-room by chance, takes off the cleaner suit and dresses her original cloth on. The purple hoodie is suspecious, but wearing a single shirt outside seems fishy too. She could only expect the police would not disdinguish her fast from the crowd.

"Entshuldigung! Bitte!" Kevi drills through the crowd, with request in German, English and Russian, "Sorry, excuse me!"

"Hey, just watch the queue!"

Someone pushes her on the back, makes Kevi staggers a bit. She can't help holding a gentleman's waist to keep balance.

'What's wrong with you?" the gentleman compliants, without realizing his cellphone being stolen away.

"Do not rush! Follow the queue!" the police doesn't catch the small argument. "Come on! Keep in order!"

Kevi leaves away from the gentleman, picks his phone and calls Nemo.

"So you get it," Nemo says in laughter, "Just catch you in the crowd."

"Yeah, I think......" Kevi stands a tiptoe, but the crowd barricades her eyesight, "I can't see the way."

"Just follow them," Nemo says, "When you get downstairs, there is a cafe called Enkel Wilhelm, get there and you'll find a safe passage behind it. We'll connect then."

One second, he adds,

"And, change a cloth. I'm afraid they've noticed you."

He's right. Three police with scope are standing on the third floor, at her upper left. Kevi heads down immediately. Dozens of shoes are walking across her sight, high-heeled, leathered, sports......and police boots.

They are following her steps.

"Where should I go?" Kevi looks around, "They're everywhere!"

"Calm down, do as I said," Nemo instructs, "I have an idea, but you have to protect yourself because it's out of my control."

"What is it?"

"I'm creating a chaos. The crowd will be in panic, but you probably get hurt among them."

"You can't be serious!"

"I am exactly," Nemo says, "Listen carefully. On my one I'll set the signal. 3, 2....."

With in a flash, the air seems frozen around the hall. Suddenly a gunshot burst out and spread all over the airport through radio.

What was that!

Someone set the fire!

As Kevi being distracted in mind, someone occasionally trips her foot. Fails to stand still, she fells on the ground.

"Stop! Hey, hey! You trample someone!"

But nobody hears the warning. They just keep running and bend their body over to dodge the possible "gunfire", even the police around them are holding the line and maintain the order with all the strength. Those shoes under her sight before, are steps on her body now. Kevi tries to protect her core part, but her body is squeezed like a sardine in can, the weight pressed on her won't allow her to stand up......

Damn it......do something!

 As another foot comes to stamp on her face, Kevi catches the ankle, twist it and drags that heavy guy to fall down by another one's back, and then hit the third one's......within a second all the people around her are fallen by chain.

"Emergency! Emergency! Trample Accident! Need first aid now!"

Kevi struggles to open her eyes. The world is bright again. She's alive, just with some tiny scratches on her skin. Anyway, she doesn't have to hide her wound anymore. Kevi watches around, sees a woman with similar size with her lying by side, nearly falls into a coma. She takes off her cloth soon, relace by the cloth from that woman, and grabs her beanie on head.

On the left side, the billboard of Enkel Wilheim is shinning with Christmas theme. That's the place she need to go.

Come on, Kevi......

Gotta move on......Gotta keep moving.

......

......

"Where is the girl! Who gives you the cloth!"

With police secures around, aimming guns at her, the woman------dresses in purple lifts her hands on air, watches them in confusion and terror.