She walked down the steps and off the plane; her poise was so perfect
that she could have been mistaken for a model. The long skirt swished
around the top of high-heeled boots and the glitzy, kitsch ear-rings
dangled onto an exquisitely tailored jacket and shirt. She bypassed
the luggage reclaim, her bag always stayed with her on the plane. As
she entered the terminal, the security cameras swivelled around to get
a clear shot of her face, as they did for everybody who passed through
the revolving doors. The camera caught her eye and she sighed. This
was the tough part of the job, although secretly she adored the
adrenaline rush. With purposeful, yet delicate strides, she moved
towards the exit.
The throngs of people, greeting returned brothers and sisters, meeting
their aunts and waiting for their beaus aided her passage. The door
was looming, she quickened her pace; ahead of her, the guards'
security radios were crackling with mystical instructions.
Instinctively her hand reached into her bag and found a pair of
sunglasses that covered most of her face. With beads of sweat forming
on her perfect hairline she headed towards the sunlight. A guard
barked some reply into his radio and moved towards her, she caught his
movement in the corner of her eye and with her eyes down she tried to
lose herself in the crowd. The guard from the other side of the door
started to stride in her direction, caught in between the two guards
the woman desperately ducked down behind a big potted plant, counted
to three, and then set off with a group of foreign tourists in an
attempt to reach the door and thus es...
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could. He nodded his head grimly, inwardly rejoicing at her obvious
despair. 'If we find anything you will be notified; with an invitation
to court, however as of now you are free to go.' With mock courtesy he
opened the door for her, she staggered out.
This time she made it to the exit, she knew they were watching her but
didn't care. She picked up a taxi and gave him a random address.
Standard procedure, never give the first cab driver the home address,
only let the second or third take you home. She carried out the
procedure even though there was nothing else that they wanted of her.
As she stepped onto the lawn in front of her block of flats she looked
side to side to check that there was no one watching and allowed a
grin to spread across her face like wildfire. She carried a rainbow
under each ear.
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