and see the scene through Tomas’s eyes?
The agent finally stepped back, gesturing toward the exit of the screening area. “You’re clear. Have a safe flight.” WH - Misha & Tomas RAW - AIRPORT SECURITY.mp4
Tomas took a step closer, his knuckles white against the rim of the plastic bin. His eyes met Misha’s for a fraction of a second. It was a silent conversation: Do we run? Misha gave a microscopic shake of his head. Wait. and see the scene through Tomas’s eyes
Misha lowered his arms. His muscles ached from the tension. He walked toward the belt where Tomas was already grabbing their gear with frantic, jerky movements. They didn't speak until they were deep in the terminal, buried in the anonymity of the crowd near Gate B12. Have a safe flight
Tomas was vibrating. Not physically, but Misha could feel the kinetic energy radiating off him. Tomas was the kind of man who didn't handle being touched by strangers well, let alone being scrutinized by men in uniform.
Misha complied. He felt the cold air of the terminal hit his skin as he raised his arms into a submissive ‘V’. To anyone else, it was a standard security screening. To Misha, it felt like an interrogation. He could see Tomas out of the corner of his eye—standing by the conveyor belt, clutching a plastic bin containing their belts, watches, and the burner phones they should have ditched three exits ago.
“That was too close,” Tomas whispered, his voice shaking. “He looked right at me, Mish. He knew.”