Prandi stepped forward toward Milo, her finger leading the way. All his training was awash as he retreated step by step, until his back was literally against the wall.

“What a gross misuse of your authority!” she admonished. “There was no call for force, or at least you gave no warning before using your weapon on a civilian. You have gone crazy with power. Are you even on duty, officer?”

Paul whimpered from the ground, “Mummy, he’s gone tasey-crazy!”

“I, uh,” Milo stammered. “He, uh, snuck through the airport security check. It was clearly -“

“Clearly a case for airport security,” her accented voice growing louder as she grew steam. “Why are you even at the airport? Flying somewhere? I don’t see a ticket in your hand.”

“In fact,” Prandi said, her owl-eyes surveying the group. “I don’t see a ticket in any of your hands.”

Airport security clearly believed she made a valid point. They swarmed the group detaining everybody, including Prandi and Gladys, until they could get everything sorted out.