Adrenaline. Jameson felt like a gunslinger as everything slowed down. He pivoted left and saw several members of airport security approaching. Body cavity search. No thanks. Back to his right, he saw Sassy, Paul and Becca, each with a hint of bloodlust in their eyes. Beating of my life. No thanks.

Jameson spun around hoping to find an exit, but instead found Officer Milo and a striking woman in red heels who just screamed of insecurity. Milo unfastened his holster and pulled out Lu. A taser and an insecure woman scorned. No thanks.

Think fast!

Jameson took a running leap over the ticket counter and onto the conveyer belt and disappeared just as quickly through the opening. He tumbled down the conveyer belt, knocking bags left and right. When he finally found terra firma, he sprinted outside onto the Tarmac. No pain, no gain.

And just as quickly as it came, the adrenaline that had carried him this far all but transformed into despair. Which gate!? C-8 or C-18!? God help me, I can’t remember!