— Sir, come with me.
The ugly guy with a menacing face firmly asked me to swerve out from the long line in the airport and follow him to the secondary inspection sector. How does these fuckers can smell suspiciouness? I must act naturally, thought myself, without realizing that when someone is asked to act natural the naturality goes away. Well, here we go.
— Put all your belongings there.
I looked at his eyes, like not understanding the question. I confess my body that moment started to shake visibly, it was obvious he caught my trembles from a mile away.
— Sir, your belongings. There. Now.
Sorry, sorry, I thought I have replied to them, and hasten to take my backpack and hand luggage over a white table he was pointing to. I was sure there was some conspiracy that gave me away at my first time doing that. As soon I put my belonging on the table, a second officer suddenly appeared from nowhere and started talking in a robotic monotonic voice:
— Pat time. Open your arms.
Did he mean pet time? I like to be pet too. Oh shit, the wrong type of “petting”. His hands checked my pockets, my arms, my waist, my… oh, not there! Too late, already checked. Then, he pulled out my wallet and phone from my pockets, brutally threw them on the table (Gorilla glass saved the phone from smashing) and finished with a loud “fine” and kept watching me from a distance.
The other guy started by opening my backpack, ziper by ziper. His hands were wearing blue medical gloves, I think, and started to pour out all my belongings: some pieces of clothes, a headphone, documents, a bottle of water (empty, due blah blah bla airport security), a bag with some medicines… oh, are they forbidden here? I don’t wanna be arrested for this kind of traffick!
But he totally ignored the medicines. My phone was much more interested to him. He visually inspect the equipment and starting messing with the lock screen. I, stupidly, told him:
— Do you need the password?
— I don’t need — and took it away to another room. Well, at least I have been prepared to this moment. — Wait here.
I look up and saw two cameras, one in each corner of the room, pointing to my face. I was sure they are scanning my biometrics in some shady governmental database. I kept not only shaking, but sweating too. I didn’t know this country was so hot…
Some eternal minutes have passed and I had the urge feeling to pee. I should not have drank the cheap wine they served in the airplane. Then, I turned my head back as by instinct and a new officer also appeared from thin air. Has that patting officer done some mitosis? Patting Officer, what a cute name, hehe. The environment was becoming suffocating and nervosism made my head go blank. I could not even name someone to call to help me out the certain imprisionment.
Suddenly, the officer brought back the phone and once again threw the thing on the table with no respect to other people possessions. He took my hand luggage and again threw all over the table my things: clothes, towel, a notebook, shoes and the most important thing of all: a pack of deep fried sliced potato with chicken barbecue sauce. Seriously, if you gonna kill me at least kill me after I had eaten this!
With both backpack and luggage completely empty, the Rude Officer (with capital R, at least in mind I had named the others Pet Officer and Mitosis Officer) placed them on the x-ray machine conveyor belt to get some, huh, intimate inspection.
Shit, shit, shit, I was screaming inside. If they found it I would be screwed for the rest of my life, and I would not receive the money I was promised too. Wow. Such money. Much win.
Don’t act naturally, don’t act naturally. I tried to calm myself thinking in reverse, it may work, I think, I don’t know, wanna cry. Worst situation was impossible.
The x-ray machine beeped. The Rude Officer was looking at the screen, that I could not see, unfortunately, and the conveyor belt stopped. He shouted something to the Pet Officer to come look with him, with only the Mitosis Officer remaining behind. He got very close to me, and had a impression I was smelling this bad mouth!
Tremble, tremble. Aaaaaaaah. Fuck. It’s over. The skies have turned black (the place had no windows), the air became metallic (blood?), and I felt like going down the earth. My heart dropped, somebody give me a CPR, please… I love you mommy, daddy.
I don’t know how long I have been waiting them to check the x-ray machine, maybe minutes, maybe hours. I just realized the Rude and Pet Officer coming back from the machine, with my empty luggages at hands, looking totally… frustrated? Sad? What?
— Next time, don’t put this there. Pack your things and get out.
He showed me the thing, and pointed to the hidden pocket inside my hand luggage. The Airtag. THE Airtag, to stress enough. Holy shit, how close they were!
They never realized the AI data in the memory card hidden inside this fake Airtag piece. Trafficking AIs had become a crime not long ago, and I finally have found a niche way to get great money…
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